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I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

Richard Siken

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Come
Battling
Giving
Buildings
Never
Pulling
Monsters
Burning
Building
Give
Anything

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