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The white moon, even thru the pollutantis efflorescence the first time.The second time it's inapplicably smallto nettle the suitor, snug in their draw..
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Father. The further I get from your passingthe less I can recall your gesture with cigarette battling your middle finger from an oldwar.That good laug..
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every man has a feminine side. mine chooses atingle,importunate allusion. my red udder, diminished,flew off like the eye of a rag doll.the girl I choo..
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I still visit Sanburg sitting among the shriveled souls, justto hear again him post his unveiled messages of loss,his informal suggestions of the outd..
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for dora
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Sadly, I have no ghost stories to share; everything aboutthe dark is a mystery. No pitch-black room episodes wherethe floor rises and lowers like the ..
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I used to know a magic trick withstring where the whole would appearto be cut into two pieces and then,at the end, put back together as one. Andwhere ..
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for janae
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First the Vedanta of sky and moon waffs in your thickened bloodAboriginal and dark as your ultimate reality; then the liberation of the soul.Spring.I ..
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I want to love, make a loud shrill sound;wish to sleep in that region of a seed plantat which stem and root merge.Something happens to a man alone whe..
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