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Her face melted into the beige backdrop Her fingers frail as the crumbling room Slowed as her intentions cringed madly over the marble ..

Reason sleeps in my barren trees I often tell myself black as the sheet that strains along the slight hid..

Holding back abiding my intentions to abide a lover lies beside with words like a cool taste of sand you complem..

Have you seen the fool in his woolen bravado the homeless man in his empty suit, empty smile and cigarettes starin..

Returning from Bombay-I grew restlessthere were islands still to wearStrange children in the salt and waves rol..

From these forbiddings I have walked my last mile painfully slow a vanishing of line from blurred assumptions benea..

Touching the wilderness in your name I became a part of its history there were crops laid into a fever here onc..

Here, I have walled myself a simple life, marked and floggeda fool All the scars bearing gently, gentle as the carvings I..

Willy sat in a warm corner of his room thinking the last words from his father his mother was never a noise, never a sound ..

when you think that you are done think deeply think with the earth melting in your teeth think with the iron sk..