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What have we done but love,
my love? This world
is dried up
and we’re stuck
in time.
My body arc..
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There is a world beyond this
Where gold shimmers and silver glistens,
But it is not our world.
How wond..
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I sold my soul to the state of Illinois in hopes of writing
a good story.
I dreamt of squirrels flying over ..
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It is a strange feeling,
not being able to sleep.
A place I once found comfort
in every crease, crevice…comfort
in the pais..
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