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ophthalmia hearts that do not see conjecture (always tempting fate)
harp strings on the walls of self-allusion outside the door of the apartment preening rocks and pebbles from the wood-built pier over the oven’s edge resolution and rehabilitation soothing weather...
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Uncles in Texas singing babies to sleep with “The Freed Pig”
In a fairly turbulent dream about aging I had a shoe, or a foot, or a foot in a shoe and I worked for someone only sometimes between when I...
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flattered like duty, song, and the wrong that you inherit
In the brook of Cindy Lee water climbs up crowded mountains this was that time we favored mechanics all adjunct, drifting cosmological distress path of father’s neatly combed, respected but...
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capitalism in the soil and preoccupied with false grace
the failed visions of both Marx and Smith the homeless encampments representing the universe our Covid response an adequate measure our compassion and adroit drafting seeds natural inhibition towards justice...
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Where plastered oniomania seizes dry
irreducibly glossal indices bleeding onto the page brothers and sailors conceding reading parlors in Spain but to take a cliff of endorsed rhythmical calluses training ways we can candidly capture...
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God tagging church walls (detention and mountain bikes)
a pocket tail for sludge matches demoralized radio signals on April fines like we will curse our wounds and move this mountain with the sky taken down hushed like a...
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In a time of the lost casuistical grandfathers of local watchers
Goodbye to him and soon we fear her, you came to us attached at the hip, it makes sense you could not be apart there are Darian cycles under the...
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tosca triage on the surface of the moonlight
stigmal ships sailing into bonnet anchor cables, distilled to the west a bird with a grey-purple-blue breast and belly and fire wings a demotive Chiron singing wings to sleep on...
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Where she sings so lovely like pale rafted tines
again at the deep end of the pool, our children test fate, awaiting robes to ride into the frail rising Napoleon moon, so soft are these tossing robes that hermits...
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When love is faulted and false
a triumphant life is rated one to five stars between the pop-up ads on your tombstone, triggered not for being unhealthy, but for stones already rotting underneath your gasoline caskets,...