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Let me think.Flowers feel the presence of eachotheras a mixture of shade colored threads;sensing the closeness, in morning,like a moccasin flower ofDe..
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Iwas given the taskof explaining morning dewto a childBut how does one explain condensedmoisture upon the surfaces of coolbodies at night,with a strai..
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Fear.The sexton that rings the church bell also digs the graves.The person regarded exclusively as an object of sexual desiregets old, readys themselv..
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I did pretend. The condition of unrestrained motion, the rough sex without any commitmentthat the squirrels play, then talk in the trees rubbing fur. ..
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a love poem
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This morning I drew two circles ona piece of paper and called it moons.I was desperate.Now I need evidence that won't expirewith the law.You don't hav..
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Consider this place. No lamps.Corpus delicti half light connects the manthru the venule of the vein. There aredirections, but the exact words I can't ..
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Leaves suprise me, as they should,trees i'm not so sure,modiste as wind, as dress, as skyfixed patterns as a blur.A man is here, did you noticehis san..
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In the empty house next door,a victim, no doubt, of the housing crisis;yes, that house where the ghost womanlived. Who behind a wooden privacy fenceli..
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for those, who this morning, has ducklings and chicks swimming in their bathtub.
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