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it takes me back centuries
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for a friend who has bad luck with chairs
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y'know... kickin' around informal thoughts and labeling it poetry
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take my hand, a confession
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smoking a cigar, thinking of...
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to the Ancient Greeks, Romans and Macedonians upon viewing their artifacts in the Louvre
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dream sequence featuring my muse, a series of gestures and movements through colourscapes
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for Priya, the beauty
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her lips are rough,the moon lights a path in these wastes,she and I aflight on hooves,drumming on the apathetic earth,thunder rolling at a distance,th..
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for a magician most silent haunting my dreams
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