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but when the Sunis done with usand dust hasearned its EarthI will meet youin the Morning Treewhen we comeback as birds...
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The poster read:“Gone Missing”The come-back-kidhas failed to show.The Old Man saw him,pissing by the Rainbow Factorywall, against the wind..
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You are close...There is musk about your scattered limbs,Sweet silvers on your Southern drawl,Deep heat pinned papillon..Let us pull these pearlsA lit..
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Might as wellgo one more round,it wont be longbefore they findour deck ofhaggard rafters,all laid outlike body-bagsand facing inthe same direction.Wor..
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It is difficult to defineWith no black dog to leadthis pressure dropped familiar.No symbol/ fetish/ effigyto incorporate a misery that drainsthe joy f..
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StillAndStrangely soIt seemsAs ifthe splendidEarth lay waitInertin barefoot,open-door,propensitysuspended.Then tothis end abideby quiet rulesTake mind..
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The melting toll of empty hours,- chasteAmong the dry-stone steeples,-stirsThe cobbled rune of foetal wonder.Forgotten waifs, in teasing, seeThe schem..
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caught Venus on a clear morning..
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For my little Sister
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Havecome to quietthe voicesto wrap them insea-fret,to setthem aside for a while.Rest ankles in campion barrows,to search for the wonderwe lost in the ..
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