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Come high thewater, or grain van gogh colored plainscome its sin, come distanceThe spear in scruff to strugglecome the gavel or the charmthe hard enou..
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I fell into the warm dripping thigh and abyss of a mental rat-tat-tat on my way to coffee.Woke as arisen, perfectly odd spiral-shaped peel in the bedl..
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Rain, you visit in times of pablumwhen the heart has puddled and I am threeboth murk and waterun-spectacled BrahmanWinter you descend as words incarna..
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Yeah…
This is my favorite time of year when all the colors change and the nights are a little softer and the morning seeps into the veins lik..
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First shades always seem silty and slow, from the weeping of black to the silver scales in salmon river blue. Abounding, as if in spontaneity, in glos..
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"From Your Lips To Mine:" an edited version
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She was a womanthat muchI knowThough I'll never understand such a thingthat opens closed in wings and turns towardlight and pours in froth in spite of..
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What is it when the waters of the dream seem still, When the shutter speed slows to an August breeze, When ever..
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I asked myself oncehow I viewed this world,that presence sometimes deafeningsun perched and simpering on my shoulderand in that ease and eve of the ba..
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Nod to the cursed gods in poetry and self.
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