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He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place – well then, game over.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Games
Perfectly
Place
Thinks
Certain
Fit
Wells
Build
Well
Capacity
Maneuver
Heart
City
Niche
Would
Cities
Chest
Thinking
Game
Chests

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