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Why did we create bowling?
On what sophomore lounge did humans decide they would not get up except to create the rites and practices of bowling? With an aside to anything else? On what world...
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God, please do not create the night
I used to find myself an ocean away, walking onto curtains with grief-bidden coin purses like an antelope on Martian soil, there was no defeating the alchemy of resilient body-cams...
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strings, navigate and you are stirring
I will not talk to you right now with your oblique suit firing on all ashen cups delinquent tyl the ghost of the morning, triumphant only in knocking doorways where...
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a diamondiferous hole in a boat where mouths are stored; revolution and dilapidated ghost-ferns
trail by trachled and empowered student movements across aching sand with wheat and running rats where the water-heavy animals of the student body apply for working visas on the top...
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The bend of Elysium tainted cul-de-sacs
For Norwegian weeds Shattered traces of lost vocal cords disseminating patterns of platoons betrayed in the alley with Norwegian seismographs studying late triumphant in the sense that time in no...
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Horrible Rare Love Poem #16 (When the sun decides to die)
There are three of you with the perfect pitch Crossing the Is and dotting the Ts Without you I feel alarmed to the comfort in my knees I cannot abstain...
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ploughing stellar dams in bribery songs
I left my home country for a song diminished and interwoven through breeze and branches lying window factory spellsmen on the couch there was and there is a homily for...
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The quickly approaching solitary confinement for the disabled (lost memories)
It is easy for the puffed up people to be constant in proclaiming that disability rights are human rights, as though it needs to be stated but when they come...