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ihaveafeverthismorningwithdelirium
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What earth can listen to the reading of the book, peeked, debouched, marched out onto the open ground like the gook, human, yet eternal, hiding in th..
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if the moon is the consistency of cheese-cloth, gloved leather, after the aswarm of poets an astonishment. And if there really is no blank, white-p..
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The census form asks to enumerate the people living inmy house,excluding, Iassume, my dead father.Who am I, what is my race and gender..?Does it reall..
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just talking out loud.
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"Blues before sunrise, with tears standing in my eyes.Nobody knows what shape im'e in" John Lee Hookerwaylayed from the Delta to the North side of Det..
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thinking out loud
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Does shopping at Kroger qualifies our remorse; the hiding of colored coupons in envelopsalready addressed to love-ones overseas? Such sorrow for the c..
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read deeply
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if the river is, as they say, inalienable, bold without surrender. Inamorata impliesabjectness or indolence. I refuse to acknowledge either one.what i..
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