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She aspired to change me,and in that cruel affair became changed within her self andTHAT changed all things; immeasurably.
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A mystery before me, the colors fading. Standing as a gateway lures, beyond appearance, beyond mere wood or the haunting grain that imbues, but rather..
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She smiled and all the days of darkness ceased. The world, as if by some internal candle or perchance in love's calamity was again lit and warmed and ..
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I blinked and her wrists spilled down to fluidic pieces, thinking well too well. Thinking we held some hour against the work or wit and that I was any..
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Out beyond the strange hour, beyond the daydreams and doorways, beyond the first steps over cold and unforgiving ground, under const..
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They say it is forgivableThey speak of knowledge and separationOf metal carved harder than steel,They speak of bleach and of a sun t..
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I remember the angel's face in the street light. Our age in pallor shone through the droplets and shadows that bled beneath ..
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You stirred as morning paused to graze your skin. The sun, so stately rising vexed and sweetly sloughed its solemncause. Your eyes in wa..
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Death!
We would cry
Between Ithacaand sad
landscapes
That word like clear-colored
Coffee at the back of our thr..
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Tonight speaks well enough
The
dimple crowns walls in well regard
Wax mannequins morph
And the c..
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