Daniel Atkinson
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the thoughts of a criminal sketch artistA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonunfortunately, this is probably the truth. |
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a walk through any city in americaA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonwhat you see is what you get. |
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drag raceA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonkids these days. |
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at the end of it allA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonthis is it. |
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songs of... no oneA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonan abstract piece. |
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time: foaming, writhingA Poem by Daniel Atkinsontime just gets away from us. |
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latin latin latinA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonanother study. |
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exhibit hA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonus or them? |
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monologueA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonkeep it quiet. |
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on fidelityA Poem by Daniel Atkinsoni am no houdini. |
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