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Send in the fliesA Poem by H.An empty easel restingon a forlorn ricket frame.A barren tripod listingvacant to the sky.An empty vesselstretched and sandedlays behind it.The colonie.. |
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Smoldering CoalA Poem by H.A song lyric |
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the fool saysA Poem by H.look, or do not look. |
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end of the endA Poem by H.what would you do for love? |
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as they mustA Poem by H.there is that which is immovable. |
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everything above will fallA Poem by H.when she eats, my food is never quite the dish her tongue desir'd my wine is never sweet enough. the grapes are sour, said the vine but i .. |
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