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I, as you, like poems that don't require a lot of liquid.Whose lines can be counted with the fingers of the dead giants hand. Poems whose manes can b..
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I cannot sing though the Protestants enlisted me, saying I had a natural voice. Instead I try to blend, like milk-duds, left long in the wash, blends..
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Make what you will of asters, assured, confidently clinging to their truths. Fulgurant in the afternoon like chubby w****s wagering vanity.Their cosm..
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Mr Hobbs, my cat, has a worrisome lumber. He lies on his back, faking leisure, but without middle finger or forskin I am certain he would smoke. As s..
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A simple facture, on a hill, (the first impulse of man is physical) Plunder for the ebbing servants; Seneschal to Gods estate, immortal as a tune. I ..
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Few delinquencies delight the mind as signoritas bosoms undo the unraveling of the hand. Unpredictable as a menstral sea, effigy for the briar? As th..
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dana's writing love poems
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