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For years it wasJust near the RockFour walls, a tableWaiting for words.The pen that cut,Carved, netted. NowThere is a cork boardLove tacked to home.
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Vine wraps clothes lineSpiral the leaves windGrow. attack, creepFrom privet to porchTiny cups scar. markPulled down fighting meGetting too old for thi..
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She felt part ofSomeone' else's dreamDocuments in handHeld against her hipWhilst the expertWent on aboutThe toy, tin trainLike new, privilegedPut away..
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Whitefish waitingNets seineHe called it his home.Plied the lakesIn steam.Dry docked there,Splices and knots.The VirginIn his prayers.Before Tosa, 36th..
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Her arm out the windowHand planning oncoming rushAsks if in the entire universeAre we alone? Of course not.Can a resident of skid rowCashing in bottle..
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Long blonde hairPulled by currentsTom Petty singsIn Laurel CanyonWhat we dreamWhat they areMaybe we'll moveInto, out ofThe past, idyll.
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The good wordHappy to hearSugar sweet sprayDancing on airDawn drawn hereFlowered blessing.
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The unbearable feltSkin crawling, hairon end, weltingBarb lashes, lacerates.
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Rent in VaticanThe whole worldCause and crashFluid it wellsTears the heart.
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His name JamesWe called himHop Along, whiteHair, always woreBlack, though runtHe rode west.
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