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Ignore
me
and richness is mine
I make
of
ice
a feather bed
I
dance
to
death
in drifts..
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by
compassion pond
fingering the
waters
when
news of your dying
stomps down
and all the
brilliant trout black
..
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There is Layley Lu
hung on the wall by the back of her coat
effigy stuffed with straw
engulfing smoke rings
and wearing smoke ring..
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Street litter whipped up and caught on a
fence
Where black dogs curdled the frigid dawn.
Wrecking my nerves beyond recompense
I saw ..
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