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she had slept with a knife-edged blade,
and woke with the
fear of having been woken
by the spoken words
that to others were always unspoke..
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soft-spun
electric
flowing,
blowing with breezes
'cross
a bamboo forest
brilliant
green
brushes
colors on canvas sky:
..
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you
must have pondered,
"do i dare?" and, "do
i dare?" -- t.s. eliot
time
to turn back
and
desc..
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lately, i've all-to-often found myself here when the crops are too few to work: daydreaming of a different time and place; myself a cowboy, rough arou..
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sh¡t-eating jack-o-lantern grin
he lives to prank
evil spawn of closest kin's
high on crank
♫♫ la, de, da-- la, de, da--..
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p--o--i--n--t--i--l--l--i--s--t--i--c amber streaks,
breaking through
blues,blacks,greys.
a brown c**k w/a red comb crows
h..
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(blotch'd pinks,violets,greens&
smatterings of blue) flutter in the breeze.
arched across a brown cobblestone path,
)lined with a..
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my
name is randall, born of a randall before, and another long ago; of him, i do
not have much knowledge of, and probably will never know. i..
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the
warmth of my cushiony pillow, the scent of week-old downy; replaced
by
the cool comfort and amorous smells of my beloved's vacant cl..
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something made me think last night.
of you?
i don't know… i
can't remember.
i don't know why i still feel like cry..
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