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patron,my saint!my woman;i take care of you as not enough to love, and for my love has only proved docile;dirty and bereft - my petty heart is.nonchal..
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helpless child.
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( .I-I_I._I_*]. ){.}snippets,like little rock-lings, half-buried, and bucked;crawl to the surface of earth; small pawed,behold, thy rulers, in great f..
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breadsticks.
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"sir, kruger; writing from -" scratched ink. blue. 12:34 P.M. expresso saviente damuer; a postal on miller simmons street, J-143EB, paces left to rue-..
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in radio statics, i exist;(sing chorus, sing chorus) here, there; where do you stand?where do you stand?your heart beat rises;my feet dance; i'll seve..
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I(the unknown, the silence) - if my skin tremors of god; athens,and my pores vapour out, into thissky of abstract faith; (it resonateswith shivers of ..
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helvetica, i watch you pace around the room in steps - four - three; two then one,
you're covered in white silk; a vintage film,
dipped in coffe..
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my skinof rubber, melts;alongyour iron, hot silicone seams;as you lean, withintrigue,glancing with wet lashes - adense petrol heart;it beats, and carr..
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this scene is set from an operation room, and reflects the author's insight into loss and grievance.
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