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I was a child once.Now a balloon.Now strung out on opiates in Istanbul.Waking up in guttersWithout my boyWe were once once-- we were!We were!We were.N..
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When wind currents cease,Send my regards to the goat-I will be a beam.
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Your typing,The sound of rain.After the storm,Sublimation.
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Deborah's yard party, backyard yard party,For her teen daughterWith beers, men lean againstmanifestationsand talk.With beers women sit onOn plastic ya..
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Look in the mirror.Look in the mirror.Look in the mirror.Look in the mirror.
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By grace of GodBy grace of HerBy grace of HimBy grace of mudWhen my realityCollapsed, legs broken--My once polychromatismBecame monochrome.Between bre..
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A flying wind lands,"Darling, open the way."A broken heart emerges,"Darling, open the way."A dead horse breathes,"Darling, open the way."Now, little s..
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I'm an atheist.I'm a religionist (I pray to Thee so that I may find solace in Thy presence).I'm a worthless.I'm a forever.I am not myself.I am only my..
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