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“Leaves apart and down trah ain --- ohwup again!”
the flippint glarss of child’s joy sang.
O’er leaves, in piles dea..
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It has been written on disparate pages the years over: the association of men and books inevitably breeds mooks. These are good at neither, and care..
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II
Lady Lucia of meyendful face,
how is it you cleave the mist?
Of meyendful show you move towards God
with stopper’s hand,
a gated wris..
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His smile betrays reason,
teeth one and many,
the solace of time in trying.
Back: wet.
Speech: staggered.
I beseech hands that turn white c..
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Since my arrival in town I have been spoken to twice, by a cook at the dining hall, the wear of her pale face stark in the flulight: Whilst she dish..
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“Havenish” dominates my thoughts these days forewake…is the sea not in a state of constant motion, preparing itself for man and f..
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Saint Francis was a pusher,
reprimanded strongly,
for laying hands on children
and staining their clothes.
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In this world warship avoweled and unavoweled theists, selling their wares from the deckhands of commatose gods. As these two grow apart and cold (t..
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It was upon collapse of the coal mind one May that the thinking man, under great duress, tributed. He surrendered himself to the barest breadth and ..
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Bound hands breasted,
he stands nude:
measuring milks in the River.
--- His form belies the dais of winter,
steppe and rued ---
Ain wound u..
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