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A Poem by Dean
He writes with finger in the air.Letting words assemble,monoliths of memoryto glide across the space of years,He seizes them; lifts contaminating crum..
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A Poem by Dean
Let us judge indulgence for a time,dissect this nude intention to retrieve the sunand peel away its planets just to share a radiancecaught in transit...
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A Poem by Dean
(Since the time of Margaret Mead, just a few decades ago,there has been increasing interest in cultural differences,and slow but certain acceptance of..
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A Poem by Dean
There is the martyrknown to self alone...reaching forth to snare a taunting hurt,itself suspended in a voidand waiting for its glory.But martyrs make ..
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A Poem by Dean
One can fall in love with lossand celebratethe self-indulgent tear.To lose the questand choose the guest of emptinessmakes no demand upon the heartor ..
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A Poem by Dean
No lack of mysteryset off against a jaded lifetime.This counterpart of death assumes a roleunlimited and ill-defined--a soft, sustaining driftinto a n..
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A Poem by Dean
One trace of dust beyond the stratosphere--that's all it was.One nanosecond's excrementfrom a continuum of time layed plainbefore you, giving of mysel..
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A Poem by Dean
We live beneath a blowing streamto which our consciousness pays tributenow and then, and sings a rhapsodywhich always trails offto some oblivion, self..
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A Poem by Dean
If reason servesand desperation cancels all,then we do vacillate wheneach seductive choice demandsan answer now. Though it be wise,fulfillment cloys a..
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A Poem by Dean
Beautiful girl,a chance first sight of youcreates a steaming furnacefrom a heart of icein one tumultuous instant.After thatI see you everywhereon stre..
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