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Sex is a drug:Whether you're "on" it or not,The anticipation of your next fixKeeps you restless, gives you the jitters,Makes you an insomniac.You pace..
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I am so out of phase,They can't see me.I shouldn't care,But it seems a shameTo occupy the same space and time,The same room where they jubilateAnd hob..
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She relishes training a narrow beamOn square millimeters of human nature,The shifting attitudes of men, of womenToward one another, toward themselves...
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Excited birdies cachinnateLike lustful bacchanaliansWho romp before the grapes are ripe.Little fluffs, do shush and stow awayYour avid springtime ecst..
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When the well is dry, the well is dry;The pail rises up full of spiders and flies.The daily oppression is solid and stark;The matches are damp--they s..
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At night, the rollers roil in.A roaring ocean of frigid air,An upwelling swell from Hell's icy core,Floods our temperate landscapeWith tsunamis of sub..
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The male Diana sets off againWith crossbow and quarrelTo hunt down--what?A phantom sired by fantasies,A mythical beastie that doesn't exist,No matter ..
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This old burg is cut into halvesIn several ways: half booze, half food,Sprinkled with music freshly milled;But this too: in the cracks between halves,..
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Lost in the haze of their smartphones,No time to spare for substance,The new crusaders hunt ephemeral grailsThat evaporate soon after they appear.Tail..
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You don't have to "know" me,My words stand on their own;And if you misinterpret them?Too bad--the seeds are sown,And how they tend to sprout and sprea..
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