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everything about summer is gonethe leaves have fallen and she drags herfeet along concrete as if in painbut everything about summer is gonethe jays ha..
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the flowered curtains billowin the air; they lull me tohalf-sleeping, half-wakingmy dream of endless summerand flowering meadows and pregnantrain show..
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just thought of this and it came out this way
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you preoccupy me,i had to suck my thumbto free my mouth of your namefree my mouth of your name,my thumb print could beas wide as the map of our liveso..
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the clouds are promising islands,nestling the woods beyond the rice fieldsof sharecroppershow mighty the bat wings, proliferating and circling the ski..
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so this is how it feels,unable to write in how many dayslooking out the window as muchas looking within myselfand at the images and descriptionsof peo..
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but i know no other ways to love youexcept thru these wordsand they taste too bitter, toolike pure coffee groundswould you have me love you another wa..
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all through the morning,she guarded the doors ofher consciousness,listening for the arrival of wordsall she has to show are theseemptiness and a disco..
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in this world, in my consciousness alonea million galaxies run aroundlet my arms hang onto my thighsfor a little whilei feel gravityweighing down on m..
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so it seems,i have written about everything,about the sun, the moon, and the starswhich are staples of my ruminationsand about love, that basic human ..
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