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where is the relief?I turn over stone after stoneand find puddles under each.puddles glowing as vibrantly as a moonless sky.these things are the prize..
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Thou art cubical,I could work inside you all day.My sweet dandelion,perfect like God dipped you in heaven.
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cries from the abject, complaining about the unfair. overpowering voice
hushes them all, says be you bereft, be you fine, live with it, live til
t..
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Place fingertipssoftlyalong the skinof tendertemples.Think of all the peopleto put bulletsthroughtheirs.Imagine the imaginativethat needn't use theirg..
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A little manenamored withpeopleplacesideasartifactsrecollectionsimpulseseateriesobjectsof allsorts -all smaller than him.As the universe expands lengt..
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somewhere a manis about to diealone.he recalls the wonder, the fulfillmentand stimulation of his firstorgasm.A time when he pursuedthe oppositesexwith..
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This house is fullof age.These walls are wrinklingbehind my back.I can hear them,as I rest,cry like passengerson falling flight.Somewhere a window is ..
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Every single f*****g womanI could
possibly needgiving all the men I'll neverbeeverything i yearn for.
Love him like a worn cloth,Facades of ..
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she, one of manywho agree,would say,"you're just not rightfor me."they, some of plentywho agree,would say,"you're just not rightfor us."despondent wom..
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The fortunate though bored with regimen
listen to these f***s who have nothing better than
“let me f**k” to say to them.
or teach em ho..
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