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for maya angelou apr 4, 1928/ may 28, 2014
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Ugly bald head girl.I found your half-wig fall, Motown-Tress,the hide of an animal I could not name.Endangered, no doubt, with thered streak Mekongsil..
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for john milton
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like that man who sings beautiful arias,but blindI was trying to not thinkof the shooting pain in myhand.The same hand that made a basketballbasket in..
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I had heard that Californiahad burned to the ground. That through the cinders,the fine granules seen in the cross sectionsof the virionhelicopters dro..
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for Janae.
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for marsha, the sacristan.
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What dost ensheathes and binds together;nothing like offerings, lion heads, a ring,each broken heart placed neatlyat my feet in canopic jars.Aponeuros..
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A trained spotter,I am. I saw the tornadoform over the river, nuancedlike the dying bird. First the grip,the clearing throat of song andnoisy spins. T..
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And soon,the peach season will be overwhere we will only get the unrealistic ones,the ones you put in paper bags, for that incredible few days,to soft..
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