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the twenty-five hours in line five is intentional
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I find the receding light years in your eyes comfortingYou, who zip your jacket all the way down your body,embrace its hood along the contour of your ..
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cheap perfume,used to smell heavenlythe arch of her backpliant hands on her suitcasethe sharp click of her heels i remember when she walked away since..
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at nights, when poetry is scarce,she does not care for stars, and there is not a single one of themshe stays awake, listening to a neighbor strumsnipp..
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the 'pili ' nut is a delicacy in my hometown
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the light of day on your faceis everywhere, girl with gap-teethand bed hair, an apple on books onyour lapbeckons me to fall on my knees,if you stumble..
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she was a girl who wore no flower behind her ear,she was a girl who held closely her champagne glass,too close to her breasts, like the garlands of li..
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they have surpassed watching the sun set for each other in their eyes, they truly believed thiswatched the moon turn into pearly water at their trysts..
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i miss writing but there is nothing to say so here goes nothing
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we do not need a jazz band,playing low down blues asbalms for our woundsyou do not have to stare at the moon until it crossesout your visionand smoke ..
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