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The Scribbler Martin menefee

the scribbler draws you with simple black lines he draws you, he draws you in, with mythical

precision, fills your body with impressions of stars he shadows you at night in the lime light, shades your harsh glares into the echoes of a bitter moon telling him to stop he won’t stop he writes you letters, scribbles them into pictures of words shining the night sky towards dawn

Issue 45 Fall 2011  

Clerestory Journal of the Arts

Issue 45 Fall 2011  

Clerestory Journal of the Arts

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