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it is nearly midnight once again
the dog isnt here
the light left me
having mowed the lawn
having lived a day with footsteps to the car to the
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strawberry fields
the awful art ofhurtevery thing
reminds of my stay in this country(atree i stay in when i want
for future
and..
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some thin great small hand?
or naught some wind or heart the
finish of all things?
deep space black hole node of time stopped by mere gravity
th..
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about the legs final form amid the hard bonethere lies the last thing, when the eye stops there is the red blast of a flower...the hard place of water..
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still needs some work, put it back on the lift, rotate its tires, maybe its the timing chain...i dont know....
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Math, or really the laws of all things,
of which math is but the cipher,
is a series of events we cannot comprehend or “see”.
We ..
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my poem may end up as being on sentence fragment on a page
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decide here to stop writing "for" anyone, if others do not understand, it isn't important, i need to move closer to the fire of what i see
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I claw some clothes out of the closet,summer I put them on, heatis breaking its own records I have an ugly face in a mirror takingsome ice in a glass ..
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A cat story5
My great aunt Mona lived with her father my great grandfather Esau who my brother was named after, but we won’t go int..
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