indigo
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sectio divinaA Poem by indigothings are movingcan you feel it in the spacesbetween time?creativechangeflowswithconstant irrationality |
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o my sunA Poem by indigosunshinei adore theewho with steady grace and careful presencewould unmask the bitter pagesthat have settled into chaostangled and twisted among thehi.. |
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love is deadA Poem by indigolove is deadbut in the present (tense)it is or may liveagainonlyasloving |
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deconstructing loveA Poem by indigofearperhapsa hand-over-cupresponse to an emotionthat disrespectfullychallengesyouto stepa bitout of lineand maybejust maybeactuallydosomethingoro my h.. |
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primal scream pongA Poem by indigosnow frostsun thunderrain windsun rainflowerfrost snow maybenoyeseyeguesswind rain sun shower cloudcover… |
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am eyeA Poem by indigowhen i close my (i)sthe mysteriesunfold around mein one big gate-mouthedSMILEthey are written in a codei have yet to decipherso i follow the flossand .. |
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fall of the giantsA Poem by indigowe walked with giantsin the time of mythwhere silence and subtletyswept across consciousnessand swelled to proportionsof inundationwe cried and grieve.. |
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Sauce and BallsA Poem by indigoThe number one Commandment for women of Sicilian heritage is: "Thou shalt know how to make-a the sauce."If you can't make a good sauce, you're nobody,.. |
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whiteA Poem by indigosilence...echoing...with the wind(((who)))carriesthe hawk's cry...echoing...over frozen fields |
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the big emptyA Poem by indigoopen heartsopen mindsopen spacesto fall and flow into |
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