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With a roar, the towering beast turns
to the sky and,
with the blue green flame of searing
death,
reaches to the nightly heavens turned
to temp..
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7 years young
and
an icy Blue Ribbon in my hand,
“Here, have one with your old
man.”
And I have a few.
Ribbons.
Lie..
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Sex is cheap. It's not what you're
looking for.
Now let's be clear: you enjoy sex as
much as the next guy and it's great
while it lasts, but yo..
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A man from Wales, who
was in position to know such things,
once told me that
poetry is prose
which doesn't go all the
way to the..
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What gods look down
upon me? Judging
me as I'm tossed
about by Love and
pummeled by other,
physical disease, just waiting
for t..
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His compass has no needle.
She kindly gave barbed wire.
Taboo the ruses, muses, and roses, shh.
Who skulks on the pink linen of the
dawnway?..
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Two entangled souls, staring
into the dark, sun speckled
sky of probable impossibilities,
pair into a binary star
waltzing in time to the ..
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This is what friends are for.
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