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for janae
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good morning everyone.
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for joanne
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Were I not the better transcriptionistof doom. The believer that across the trackswas a hill, tranquil and unwavering.And it is overwhelming, that her..
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for linda mcpherson, librarian lost in the mud in Washington.
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the first poet of pain.
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for texas
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I woke to Syrian refugees sprawled across my new Samsung Smart TV, the onethat lets you scroll Netflix,QVC or Ernest Borgnine playing a funny navy man..
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I lied.I did know you in another life.The one we shared with Faust,Freddy Krueger and the love bug.But truth be told, there are otherthings to decorat..
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MelvilleanIshmael, loosing himself in fumes anddark nights, became invertedsuddenly, with "no compassbefore me to steer by". Likeheroin or a love-jone..
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