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Solaria For Enervated Saints
Where just pretending is dreaming A man from America, shoots after mimicking the warfare Of a mirror shave Forgotten ages of let go stinge, just eliminating hunger In exchange for...
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Disobedient Fractures of Sailsmiths
separation from the weight of social anxiety with a gull of pain that crescents in my face and head and teaches me a new humanity, like a stubborn new snow...
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We shy away from our wings
fractured hands and robed intentions promoting growth in the sea of the absence of meter I have no more secrets to dispel but I would like to hear yours, long...
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A self-important brazen appeal to the Mother of tired persuasion and labored lips like a dormant congratulating tune of hawks and serpents and storied down under
Too troubled to coerce a cure for the malignant drone of my own self-satisfaction I am passing on a military baton for the sacrifice of jewel crescent palimony Like fragrant...
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The windows of a page
Stealth fighter with weakened force fields Intended to keep the gremlins crawling all over my body at bay Stealth fighter with an open mouth, speaking too soon About the ramifications...
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What God Said to Me Upon a Moment of Forlorn Weakness
She said, “he will not listen to what I have to say, whereas you have spent a lifetime trying to listen and seeking out my hiding space. For you, gentle...
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Hunger of the Late Visitant
There was a sophomoric visitation That was assumed to be the final Word All it took was balloons on the ceiling And warped carburetors among the English Shelves like a...
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New Lies of Patrimony Gloves
When the evening hawk prescribes self-willed stones And the earth quakes with tremendous opportunity like a rose dove in the doorway of patronized symbols of defeat we will have stolen...
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Petechia of Swabian Cursillo and Inharmomic Aparthotel
Down in the cursory tip-toe rain Where St. John and Ringo Star Sit lively in the mis-abusing music Of salutary stars and beheaded moons Like fevers climbing with the weight...
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The Domestication of an Albatross
There are spaces for family tides among the ashtrays and mobile debt Like sparrows in the driveway where we dare not see the bear in the tree We steal Elvis...