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Word and ramification...it's either the ramification willbe incensed by that word, or not...no more, no less.There's nothing to define...your defining..
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Muck bit her ivory nightgown, as if earth hungeringafter her...the delicate collapse of a napkin, she.Hours poured atop her head, her shaggy, silverym..
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Silkworm breached the parcelof time, its cocooned inertiacoarsed through the opalescenteye of God to Godhood.Of time's ruination redeemedin a solitary..
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There's this scissoring incoherence...and obsessive cut and paste of mind.Whatever pasture made its green bed,has serial murdered...painted... with he..
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...The icongraphy of stilled objectsin the motions of prayer.As if moments were embodied...unwilling to relent their solitude.Their reason for being t..
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By a day's difference, and a night'sindifference...angelic flight loosesevasion what was embrace.The repose of memory blighted byforgetfulness...seven..
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Particulars while the clanking staff of you...a seniority of deserts bare-butted, and infantile,wander you--accentuated brash, and full-throat...good ..
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What is winter to me that it smotherwith host of heavenly fingerprints?What is it, and who am I that itssnowflakes take their rest of me?Unabashed whi..
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The title is from a line in Hesiod's epic poem: "Works and Days"...
it's about successive world Ages.
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With commercial production nighttars windows...seared stars scrapeagainst them.Something of the infernal impartsa cold and clammy light....An ebb with..
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