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A bartered darkof full shone armoursgallowed brooks inshins of aldertrod the clays of stilted copsethat crest the low slung chestnut ridesTo inglenook..
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I would swearwe are the last of our kind,blinkered end-time visionariesperhaps.Implausible romanticsshaping formlessideology with exhaustedsensibiliti..
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a time ago, I used to self-medicate- alcohol being the main drug of choice- I remember being amazed at how something taken from a bottle would warm my..
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emerging from sleep, I heard a Blackbird on the rooftop, and I could have sworn I heard it flute the words "San Salvador"...
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When the ol' Black Dog comes calling, I find that a walk down to the water somehow restores the balance.
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Lost leaves ago, beforethe bark- clad savageruled with iron lung,whenlaurels ofa one- room den, grewsleek with wet- lid plundermy sauntering in tousle..
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I found myself smiling,a telescope finding myown private Jupitercooped in the nooseof a bulbYes,its stupid to measure in hope--this I knowbut I’..
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We drowned here today...Sluiced along curious Holloways papered in shell.We knew few colours by name,Yet saw how they merged, circled, embraced,to swe..
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Peered through the ideal imageryof petty dream-spun avenues.Brushed the quiet tides that rosein fluid blends of milky down.The clamour of the Westboun..
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The time of the shining ofWind-summered grasses, has passed,-To the lark-breast mottle-The harvested skin of theSenescent landThe candle-snatch gutter..
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