Paul Ings
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Two poems by Paul Ings
Cuboid for Láďa In a dark little cube that passes for an office,cluttered with the dismantled hardware of surveillance,four large screens on the wall display in sequencelive snippets of tired […]
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Cuboid for Láďa In a dark little cube that passes for an office,cluttered with the dismantled hardware of surveillance,four large screens on the wall display in sequencelive snippets of tired […]