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Kraken up.A Poem There is great merit in having no depth, no sense of true self if you are born with such a thing you have a great chance of going to ..
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Ageless kiss.Her lips in the sand.Hurrah! Hurrah!The honesty of blood!O let it be that our torment be remembered and true knowledge be heard. Godpromi..
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Magicus
On an unnamed wing among the eve of stars,
a lyre harks (with innocence and love)
the flattery of strings that sink and rise i..
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The days were long with shapes.Coming to an end in consciousness, withholding its form.Wild pilgrims take shape, in the millions! Eternal divide. Retu..
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THE ANT
travelled through the green grass with a grin,
hopping and skipping, playing his violin.
He played with skill, beauty and poise, ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Joseph lost all his hair and so joined the bald heads
society.
He met Natasha who was also bald.
They fell in love so deeply their hair b..
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ISAAC GRIFFIN WAS TALKING TO STRANGERS who he would never see again, and who hid their omens in their pockets and held fate in their hands. They were ..
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I SPENT THE EVENING LISTENING TO BEETHOVEN, Stravinsky, Grieg and the film scores of John Williams, while reading
Schopenhauer, passages from..
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The hotel was rat infested. Dead rats lay in the corridors of the hotel; their eyes vacant like a pool full of cigarettes. The hotel manager shot them..
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The city is named after a long lost hero, whose name nobody can remember. The buildings are marvellous and tall, and inside young mothers give birth..
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