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is not to loveto let?pollster astride immigrant?nazi astride fear engulfeddescendant of immigrant?i sat down with ragelast Thursday.as rage surgedwith..
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consider this the brunch tablethat i have invited you to. iwelcome you. breaksun-sweetened wheat withthe love, i have not earned, and i.when your memo..
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once i put togetherhow you are to blame for this bogi find myself neck deep in,i'll be sureto let yougo.for to let you knowwould mean ihad reached a p..
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having pried closed the storm,i watched as one workertried to enter throughthe threshold nowgone.rather than spray them dead with chemicalsi found it ..
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far too serious, of late.eff it all.f**k nothingness, by the way, while we're at it.tell it, and the horse it'slack of presence would not permititto r..
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we are of no forceto combat our sourcefrom plotting coursethrough toil.we, of nuclear blood,have love to buoy uswithin any flood.fragments of our joyc..
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...that can't be considered abovedue to its size when measured againsttheories of space and timei have never wept for the sto..
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dream’t i saw you by the seawith no breath, nor death, nor dignitydream’t your hands were made from sandsdream’t each grain infinity..
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when a heart, once having loved upon yours,is housed beneath stillness-you visit it sometimes.you bring circles stitched in pine,candles defrocked of ..
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i come upon you with most of my tale unseen. hidden, as much from me,
as from you. i have seen a glimmer of hope within eyes of sorrow. i
have see..
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