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and suddenly, the stars that pose for pain's, not enough.never enough.Because breast tissue sits calmly onyour heart, as two vascular moundsof flesh a..
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a love poem.
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M.R. nov. 5, 1934- 2005.
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This death poem,is my small contribution to the tribe of old non-breeding individuals who care for the youngand provide for the group.Like a spent ter..
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I don't get make believe.Never REALLY got it at seven,playing army man where the mostunpopular boy would soon be killed offI awoke, staring at a child..
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When I was a little boy, colored folk treated ringwormwith sulfur and a cut off stocking to wear on your head.I still have the picture (in black and w..
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what does bullying ever accomplish?
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First, insane persons love,imagine themselves swept in the rich wingsof Chagall's angels, perhaps "La Branche"where feet abound in trees and the red h..
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I have left the dark compartments.Oblivious to season but far bolder in spring.Forever there's a land complete of dreamshigher than this one, hillside..
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My wish is that Michael Jackson was still alive so we could, sitting in a warm place, compare our skins.So I would know finally,conclusively,that it w..
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