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When wind, the jovial blither sings it's satin, and chaffs debris from seed or cheap from chatter, find a hiding place for precious bead, champerty a..
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Who knew, poetry is a selfish act. It never considers what the reader knows about brown squirrels, the acrobat of sunsets or achy blooms. It never wa..
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i was in love once.it drove me stone crazy. no one had access to the ward. i kept the curtains closed.my hair a napery texture, i forgot how to eat, a..
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The things that make you smile, this side of a waltz, it's said, are the hag of the dream that makesthe cool side of our mornng blankets rustle. My fr..
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I can smile like a super hero. No, I am far too colateral for that. Too graben, bounded on oneside by flesh faults. One foot larger than the other, tw..
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When I first learned the alphabet, I also, simultaneously, learned shapes.A. was a circle.B. was a block, a girls block.K. was always a shape with sha..
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Do good by God, although his shephards eye won't need you. Was prayed for twice byaunt and old mother, until the tektite, glass body appeared in the g..
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Is there a galaxy?After the voice-over, the beaten hum of the Hot Point fridge, I bought used and paintedover the happy faces and phone numbers on the..
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She could wear the lavender bodice of sun dress as birds wear everything. Although we livein the city, her left flip-flop always comes off on the unev..
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I can feel my liver beneath my skin.No way, my sister says, it's the ant sorrowsyou took to obvivion. I carry this season ofdeath with me always in th..
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