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Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Dream
Lakes
Body
Pull
Dress
Bodies
Dresses
Warm
Clothes
Tell
Lake

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