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Auction Man
Come
by and buy the wares
to
wipe away your cares!
Right
here right here this item
this
eye gem, fine piece of..
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The only way, the way only
we could see, could we see?
We watched closely, watched closely we
did what we could, what could we do?
There's not eno..
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That man in the
black coat,
with the grizzled
cheeks and
tight skin around
the throat,
has a purpose and a
plan and
has no ..
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I am a drum, my life a rhythm
just building to a cataclysm.
Sometimes I'm off-beat, so I retreat,
repeat, and reseat my listeners.
F..
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...again
no water today. My throat aches like craggy rocks and empty air. I
would think the wide sand oceans of a desert wasteland ..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Across the street
under a lamp bright
is a tiny campsite
of one.
With hair spun and
woven tight
she sits and laughs
for fun...
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He approached me on the street,
that man, hair like wheat stalks
surrounded by smoke and cunning,
air like a fox.
He offered me a..
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That flat block absorbs you;
deep into the space between its walls,
a smooth sensation, elation calls
but falls short of satisfying..
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White scratchy sheets greets the
patient
in the cold hard morning. In mourning
for those around him, he lies still and
quiet,
..
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There
is no time more confusing thanthe
last minutes till sleep;The
mind wants to reap itself,
consume
itself and keep mefrom
know..
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