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How does one freeze the legs of young boys? Swiftly, encased in strobe as they swim thru, slowmotion eyelets of lachrymal and sprinkling folk-dance. ..
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I read the obituary each morning. Not to find out who died but to find out who could. Who could find the nerve, in this regular space, to allow the l..
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a dying love poem
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My good friend, on trying to describe the blue, pique shadows that appear at the foot of her manless bed or, on trying to understand why her, little ..
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No. Fathers don't walk out on little girls. Not before they have the chance to smell funky bottoms or strong underarms, not before they hear a clean,..
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the minds absurdism, absorbing light like the death row convicted. apterous of method, bald arbiter of sequened energy. adhoc and filled with Bors ex..
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a simple girl
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on observing a bluebird on the ground.
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an evening luv poem
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an afternoon luv poem
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