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Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Holy
Clue
Night
Rome
Back
Lips
Trying
Leaving
Going
Silent
None
Mash
Forward
Clues
Singing
Burns

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