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Sarah J. Sloat<\/h1>\n

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Misery 11<\/span><\/h2>\n
Into the long pink string<\/div>\n
of his mouth, the pill,<\/div>\n
like a sack slung over a stone wall,<\/div>\n
astonished him<\/div>\n
in flowers.<\/div>\n
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Citation: King, Stephen.\u00a0Misery<\/i>. London: Hodder & Stoughton, 1987.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Sarah J. Sloat<\/strong><\/span>‘s poem hates fascists.<\/em><\/div>\n
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