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CORONA TALK
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Abstract poem.
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Believe me, I can feel the splendor of life, yes I
can, and deeply feel the smile of my lover. I have family and children, and
like you, I love coff..
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The man of greatness saw a great land, a great life, and a great death, but I am just a forgotten tale and I need a brave poet with a magic boat to di..
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My grandfather had a beautiful horse
full of kindness. I did not see it, but they said it was brave. May be my
family owned a saddle; I do not k..
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I'm not a wild flower, and not like Gilgamesh who came
after a long journey to rest and took a tablet of lapis lazuli to write down
all his magi..
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The
morning is not warm, but it is lonely and fills the hearts of the birds with
cruelty. I am not looking for myself amidst these wild fields; I am..
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prose poem
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