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Whatever claims your fate or head or sinful notionFluttering in from space or some other plastic templeWhatever breaks..
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Insouciant by nature
Her eyes led down toward the dungeon I deathly once
feared
My words no
less could touch,
My heart, a..
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Such a little price we paid,Your voice inside my lung,Forgive me my dear for your waters are still so very deep,As my shapeles..
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Worlds, burned in a heavenly bridge-The atman draws his violinCinders in messages fall,Lighting his dove winged pipe-We fold our lit..
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Tonight is a drunken shedA flask where wounds entwineAir spirals the curtained roomasI wade over breach and shipCrows settled on tat..
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My castles, cry their prayers
Tumbling, aged and scarred
Crawling elms and porta-bellas
nearby
Delicate
rosett..
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He stares it alone
Quietly, through his childhood trance
Glass of last night’s opiate
Spinning on coffee tableStereop..
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You may have noticed:A dark house, a distance, a needle in view,The
phone neglected on its wooden shelfBut it
was the longingThe a..
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Colors lace through morning's
Portugal hush,
Bruises burn my eyes deficiently
Buddha passion overriding,
The ..
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Never the politics,
Impoverishment or provocation that sets to flame a lion’s
eye
Never the sun
The sand nor blades..
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