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She was transcendent, of coursethe bending of light that brings to life wordssleep when death has awakened and a dreambeyond the physics of the carous..
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There's nothing I could wantno pretensionsI've turned the words over and aroundthe old man craving time left for hateas I glance at the old broken por..
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A shout out for Ambur's poem "Spilled Milk"...cause WHAT? just thought I'd try something revolutionary as asking..might want to stand back!..lol.
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AloneI walk, once only in courage, now closer tovoices where since I can recallthe life astride, our hours of skin, andthe dawn adrift, the moment los..
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Mountain stream serene inviting lushas her middlename always unexpected whenfirst announced thetongue in branchcome winter
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Who from will or wantcould wish as villainknowwhen love in prey of sailmight then descendalight in cuff and moon from heaven's odeWho among as valiant..
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Last hourour blood racing outcold odd tears then the palisadeso perfectNothere are no remediesI’ve been on that rainy roadI’ve traveled be..
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Out here, on the fossil edges, where we pass the hums and moaning of the iron rails, the early birds settled into song, tripping over the laces of som..
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Candled andclawed...emptiedyour voicea smoke rendered rain-In our skinslow to skinfrom a simpler memorylost I begin
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Let these hands from handsgo kindlyLet them stretch into their opened lightMinds do not mind so mucha sunless skygazing in froth and velvetStruggling ..
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