Daniel Atkinson
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hookerA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona portrait. |
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through the strawA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona glimpse. |
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someone's singing about whorehoppingA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonanswer me. |
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smoking over a poem and reflecting on lifeA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonone of those streams of thought, looks like. |
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bona fideA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthis may be the life. |
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a shudder of lifeA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonit's almost there. |
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this is an apologyA Poem by Daniel Atkinsoni got heart, i guess. maybe not much. but it's there, between my tits. i been called pretentious, pompous, even a chauvinist. and i been thin.. |
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CogsA Story by Daniel AtkinsonA hiccup at a reception. |
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s**t similesA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonjust stop. |
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my city, the loverA Poem by Daniel Atkinsondrunk. |
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