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good morning, world
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there is something in the soup at this crazy house,or we could probably figure some way outinstead we whine, laugh, weep just to keepthe crazy house m..
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The stars are there some place,blinded by the sun
that has a tendencyto incinerate the edge of dreams.I can't seem to walk
without fallingi..
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Odysseus' long suffering wife was the same,as the present Penelope - they share more than name.Descendant of Vikings, unruly red hair,a beauty that id..
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I am winging it in a strobe of hopeless tremors.I anoint my body with jasmine oil and slipthrough the spectators that shout,I see a cold lily! and poi..
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Surely this island is not all white, lacking the green bruisingof palm and wild willow weeds.You would have me think there is a void and listen to me ..
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There is a mutual understanding in cocoons,a gamble
of win or lose.It is a tightly woven world of perspiration,hardened on
the outside until ..
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Darling, this is your latest updatefrom the other side of town.After the storm winds dieda thousand willows weptinto the hardened ground.In the circle..
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There is the saw horse straddled by boardsbut he is building nothing now.The stained glass pane she said to orderover in Winston has fallen down.Perha..
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My heart harbors in the dunes of this time.With the ease of crossing water I touchthe curved memories of your life,a lighthouse that beams brightly.Al..
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