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Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Love
Walks
Invent
Sure
Glass
Future
Boat
Comes
Glasses
Write
Later
Dream
Dreams
Writing
Walk
Swallow
Things
Writer
Sink

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