Paris Hlad
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The Angry SwanA Poem by Paris HladThe Angry Swan Sometimes you don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with �" Like the time I was standing on the G.. |
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The Hunter's TearA Poem by Paris HladThe Hunter’s Tear The Third Rhyme of Jean Ami U She held my gaze without a way Of understanding why, And did no.. |
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The Missing Page*A Poem by Paris HladThe poem that follows is about the last words I may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attending nurse held a cell phone .. |
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Beyond the Ruins*A Story by Paris HladBeyond the Ruins[1]The Eighth Rhyme of Jean Ami-P-Written in RecollectionOf Having Experienced a SeriesOf Psychologically Disturbing Dreams---A river .. |
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Beyond the RuinsA Poem by Paris HladBeyond the Ruins[1] The Eighth Rhyme of Jean Ami -P- Written in Recollection Of Having Experienced a Series Of Psychol.. |
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The Missing PageA Poem by Paris HladThe poem that follows is about the last words I may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attending nurse held a cell phon.. |
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A Drop of Molten GoldA Poem by Paris HladThe First Rhyme of Jean Ami--He has a quarrel, only one,That he would have with me �"And that is howA light can shineUpon my vanit.. |
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A Drop of Molten GoldA Poem by Paris HladeA Drop of Molten Goldf The First Rhyme of Jean Ami -P- He has a quarrel, only one, That he would have with me �.. |
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Song of Yaldabaoth*A Poem by Paris HladeSong of Yaldabaothf[1]I am the fetor of the flesh,Though I am other thingsThat violateThe lap of graceOr curse a christeningI am the obscene worm wit.. |
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Where Beauty Is EnshrinedA Poem by Paris HladeWhere Beauty Is Enshrinedf(Or The Masterpiece That Is My Mother’s Face)If I shall never see again sweet love upon your face,Nor in your eyes a .. |
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