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this one could have been a rough onethe call, the fear, the complaint, and the dismissive zestthe wound had run it's course into the twilight of winte..
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speaker:
twice the drenched draperies
have abandoned
morning into fog
as lowlands
give rise to ridge
sodium to silt.
i am neither
poet nor..
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when the fold turns in upon itself
from wealth without stealth to health
without bones. once moans divide into
myriad alones,
ithoughti was ther..
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from here on out you'll be receiving cards, flowers,crooked drawn hearts from innocent, unconditional, love,rickety picture frames, gobs of glue from ..
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gravity has won us allwhile our massbrings us to usdream
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...of a day when i can catch up to each of you that has "viewed"
and plant a gaping-tongued smooch on the sole of your phew
...of this night when ..
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had there been a way around that momentmight taking it had wound up with similartorment?bourne of some flowing omen unspenta whimper of shell sent,spi..
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unimportant,so much of this is. whatever the last thing was, that we thought annoying, was not. the years fall away from us with whispers. we are left..
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all that has, has beheld you:
has beheld you in traffic toward moons
has beheld you in acid burnt through spoons
has beheld you in bo..
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woke up
that morning
with
anvils as shoes
lead in my
pocket
and the
fates in my cereal spoon.
went to
bed that night
with a
..
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