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these candid epistles are not confessions,
they are revelations for his German Magdalene,
weightless sacrifices she is willing to make
to kiss the atomic, cradling genius and
quieting his alarm in her skirted lap
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Light “I can escape the feeling of complicity in it only by speaking out.” The professor arrives on time, sockless. The former a sign of his polite upbringing. The latter, his lack of pretense and high …
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