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Is it donethe question begs across her hipssliding up to close the shadesamber slit of sun burns awayAnd sometimes you wake just barely enoughto see i..
I live in the threads of a web soaked countrycounting tentacle roadsthe crows and old ghosts circlingmy rustyantennalike the wailing songs beneathmuse..
A sipa breathand then madnessHow often we live withoutwhere the color of summer grows wildand the autumn applestillnesting in the branchnothing but gr..
Soon the rumors came roundBlue birds, red capped robinsnaps of the Black-billed magpieAnd from all of this pandercame the infinite propagationface to ..
Are you still within the wildflowersuntamed and shiveringadrift beneath the sunor have you become your own riverbreached andclaimingwhatever comes com..