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It seems obscene that painful suffering cannot be separated from death; of course, cancer is the villain I think of right away. Too many friends, too ..
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a reverie about precious things
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rengo -- linked tanka
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preoccupied
with
comfort or my lack of it
I
think now of warmth
inaccessible
so
faraway and serene
yet
guilt annoys me,
whis..
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always
in close pairs or chattering droves,
they
seldom travel alone, but some do:
with
prim umbrellas and primmer valises,
th..
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rengo
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soft
cherry blossoms
barely
pink, crazily gnarled
cypress
trees, misty
monterey
morning, long gray
fog fingers caress the ba..
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we
always do, you
know,
live through it. we do not
always
want to, but
still
we do. we seem to be
more
durable than we wi..
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more fairy dust in our eyes
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don't let the wishes, daydreams and fairy dust lead you astray
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