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Senryu
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Her eyes are blue pools
of unfocused ice.
They have seen too much darkness
and felt too much pain.
Wavy hair ..
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Lace me in scents of lavender,
its silken fragrance calms storms
raging against a serene serenade
in shad..
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Pour me into the river so I might partake in its furyas it rises above its banks and taunts the anxiousas they await with their paltry bags of sandSli..
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We met in the square.You wore a Marrakeshred fez, and bargainedfor my heart, and Ifor your soul.You were my storytellerand I,your snake charmer.The tw..
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The fair Miss Grant
sat on the beach facing at
the maximum angle that would
allow her the benefit of
the most direct sun.
She was, after al..
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Life's first breath is
startled and strong,
filled with false hope
and peacock promises .
Sly is the source that greedily
sucks each breath b..
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She sips sugared lemon drops,
tapping French manicured nails,
and pretends to be interested in the décor.
He has no pretenses poised on ..
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Famous for its concentration of impoverished 'hack writers', aspiring poets, and low-end publishers and booksellers
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Rattle-skin boots sauntered into
town minutes before the sun
broke out of the east. Her hair
flowed like liquid copper.
Her nonchalant gait was ..
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