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sierra mountains, plain grassland,the tree-house looks less real,more memory and water, than woodand ladder; the three of you lingerbehind, turning gr..
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for mandy and margie, my friends :)
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not much of a fantasy,more sedimentary, silent and deep,rough on the edges of my eyes,i found you, leaning by the door,your eyes plain-level looked at..
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when poems are mere words,tumbling down the stairs of thoughtwith heads full of flowers, hearts full of sand, i tiptoe out of the back-door, midnight-..
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REVISED version - thank you, kl, for the note :)
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an evening interlude, prismaticfresh pine, the scent of clean,your sleeping dress, hanging,behind the door, worn plain and thin,from speaking high and..
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hair on her shoulder-blades,small, quick steps, those of a bird,protecting her young, i watch her,turn to a woman i thought she wasall ready at sixtee..
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lost, nothing scurrying,up my head, down my spine,i room in a hut, shelling corn,a portrait of an island, silver-framedthe sand-coated air, winnowings..
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street-people in the philippines take drugs to alleviate hunger
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i give you a piece, just a taste,your mouth fills up with wet kisses,just a trace of skin, against yoursfingers, around your elbowsyou'd almost sworn ..
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