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Pulp Poem of the Week
Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth
Monday, September 22, 2008
If you want to know
the truth that much,
go out and commit
a crime yourself.
That's the only way
you'll ever know.
Asa Nonami
The Hunter
1996
(trans. by Juliet Winters Carpenter)
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