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Love Makings
“Yet there is no one thing, no attribute/Of yours that I can fix on, nothing/I can abstract, describe, isolate…”
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Publisher's Note:
This work is preserved in Merion West’s archive of articles and poems published from 2016 through early 2025. Explore the archive