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You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Love
Mouths
Blame
Joy
Maybe
Blather
Happiness
Idiotic
Sound
Miserable
Tell
Mouth
Wanted
Sounds

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