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I know you love me.But when the Ivory soap refused to floatI knew then a change was coming; when the hairbrush fellfrom the sink to scurry sideways wi..
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I had fallen asleep in my writers swivel chair, yet again,the one that sounds, when you lean forward, of the farmerkilling the duckling/ The same one ..
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Just like the color of woods, crisp init's demitasse of black, black, like the Chinese year of theNegro water dragon, where everything you can everima..
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we all have to return home
from however far we love.
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dana in sorrow.
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I had that feeling, the one i'v been known to have, for the unpteenth time,after our chance meeting of eyes that there was something lacking textureso..
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endoergic
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for toni jones, pickled fish.
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They found Plath with her head in the oven, defeatedby effort and energy.Sexton they found in the garagewith the engine running on a lovelyday.Liam Re..
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I have never seen the Pacific; sure don't mean it's not there, rushingover rocks, grinding sharks smooth,showering the poet with egoism andmud wine.D..
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