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What is sex. That is, what is it to wait for like your turn on the curb where therind of the silver melonis eaten and then trusted, because antinomian..
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I plant my garden by the Farmer's Almanac no later than the 25th of May,the full flower moon,each year when the midwestern springtimeis stillin need o..
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a love poem
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There was a man in Detroit at Gethsemane cemeterywho stole his fathers body before burial and placed in in the freezerin his basement for future resur..
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Is a love poem the same as an ILOVEYOU poem? Do we wait for it's qualifiation like a lanternwaits for the investigation of nightfall?Or the broach you..
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Poetry connects to all things telepathically, that is all things that languagecan characterize by terseness or elipses. I mean even without words or s..
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There's no art in finding flowers. Just wait calmly for a wind of active quarrelingor a meroblastic cleavage in which a disk of red stars are produced..
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The daddy-long-legs who moved like the spinning wheel on The Price is Right,yet is so reserved and demure who sits in the brilliant, parallel culet wi..
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I expected the anti-heroin as the final anticipant layerof big hair and glitter. I expected less hurt. I meanwho else could have done it? Me, underwat..
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Love is blind.It blinded me in the yellow of the crystalwhere my eyeballs, silky dry for the dreamsof summer, could see and watch - watch and see.Miss..
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