"The kudzu grips you and holds you to form you to the south" From "Sweet Tea" Jacob Michael 2005 Published in "Talespinners."
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About Me
- Jacob
- I have found my tongue to be a fire, my breath the air that feeds it, and the culmination of these, my poetry in smoke.
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