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your verses drip from your lips like crystals,tinkling slurry syllables hushing all others,silencing meadows, springtime airs,priming my atmosphere aw..
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uncles are lecturing nephews from four wheel drive tailgate stagesgathering us young'ens around to listen to them close.they are loudly wielding conco..
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metal will never rust under thick creosotewhite scratched initials marring snapshot loveand pangs of teenage angst chiseled clearlywhile rumblings nev..
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Where did you keep your secrets before this winter?Perhaps the pastoral village nestled in the hillsjust past the bird sanctuary protected them untily..
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the air around him was slick like a greasy spoon's grillhe was sniffing like a dog with a new smelland i could tell he was hammeredtwelve shots loaded..
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i was leaving hollow echoes in the streets of a poem you wroteof burdens from worn brogues in rhymes that burn like cheap whiskyin my throat failing t..
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a hard boiled man,stumps for knees poundedby toiling years laying carpet,sips coffee at the counterwith a friend,and his heartwas not telling himat th..
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if i love youand i fear how you will love methen i will never stretch one wingor see the earth as anything but sufferable;another spring will passwith..
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Her laughter is baby-sweet;cooing doves just past the tree line,spring evenings with wind chimesthough commissioned by virgin breezesare all but pale,..
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There was a tower of honeysucklegold and white and emeraldconquering a telephone polewhere wrens and jays were nested,caught the wind,pressed it behin..
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