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He is a slumbering ox,fit to pull wagons, cars, motorboats,shuffling aimlessly in the spring blossoms.
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standing on the daisbefore the dulled assemblageof auburn fish, bellies distended thin gills pressed and lifted from the steam-ed cementas twilight en..
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my nimbus under your sentimenti'm cold against that heat.your red electronsflying through me, finding no sustenance.-your weight against patterned fab..
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the apple people of my dreamsso sweet,bruised under my fingers
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Along riverbanksare where water ratsundress and lay their heads down for sleep,and here he walks,the moon undulating around surfacing animalsUnderlyin..
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nothing lasts:ink in the pen, cells, namesswims through the airesleeps with the earthwormsnightcrawlerscrieswastes awaynothing lasts:the fishes in the..
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the grey onethe grey manwomanwith a cat in its arms,with nails dug in its side.the tired onethe fearful eyesof a man with no whereof a woman with no o..
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mythology inthis fickle heart-this is raspberry candlessweet liquid fire all overlike purpled amber in glass orificesthis is newdityrolling skin with ..
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