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The moment she shed herarmour,Mary transformed, freed at lastfrom that den of suffering,her roughpointsnow softestskin.She laywrappedin her lover,dres..
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The full moon lights your window tonight,
and you taste it in your throat, feel it
surging
around your heart, something all your own,
someth..
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but who with words like stones
can explain those strange reflections,
layered ghosts on glass,
of some run-down desert motel we pass,
..
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walt whitman lies long
in marigolds, savoring
yellow plums: sour-sweetFor the "Can You Haiku?"contest.
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I am not I in a poem.You are the you of my mind.We are engaged in this reading,Lovers of lyrical lines.Syllables chosen for rhythm;Vowels sounded out ..
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haiku
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back arched
thigh musclestaut
she catches
in her hair
the harvestmoon
air wet
and coooool
face flushed
from the rush
she su..
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haiku
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She said, "It's okay.Everything happensfor a reason."Everything happensfor a reason?Everything happens,every single thing,because of a reason.Because ..
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earwigs, earwormswormingintosleepers' dreamson spiny legsthey enter earsdig into brainslay dozensand dozensof eggs
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