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Or the orchids of the day
Nobility tales of quickened indifference, singing to the last farmhouse Accompanied by stereophonic mornings like August shelters And large March hindrances following the lonely blue tit home, awash In the...
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Distractions and Costing Pools in the Light of Dust
Reframe the tempted bow Allegro shorts on the bellicose costing pools There is no stalling or patrimony on this Splendid sorted porch light preposition She is leaving us behind Lost...
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The resolution of the saints
Forget the timekeeper of the spindle bearing bombs of milk and honey, let it go, Let us entrap gratitude for the journey we have known, instead of the now, Let...
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mesne profits rituals
The remorse of cutaneous progress Prospering between the light and den of jewels Like frozen lakes leading walkways to tempted riddles Honoring the funerary mesne profits rituals Held inside a...
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Of time’s frugal timidity
Will God ever come to see me again calm me to a vulnerable sensitivity forever in cascading rhythm of one among equals so adrift in the stellar sands of the...
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The Accrued Mornings
To the conclusion underwater cables for gold dust white blood cells in the nightshade carbon steel in last fortunes fire trends in the pastures intended for going home in the...
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Pluripotent Abstractions On a Cliff Down the River from a Rented Gold Mine
Impresario for torrents and fabled dreams, so long above certainty and milestone behavior Prosecuting mires in the gold rush candy rental factory like dull weights on the ankles of builders’s...
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Adamant Curtain Wells
She draws curtains in the wells of caverns with monks that may And breaks dusk in the hammers that seize the rocks tormented Since childhood, glistening on another leaf laughing...
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Wind and Shield Nests for Thursday Evenings
Stunted lagar for hopeful dreams Peach stones silent in the egress of maladroit customs Lacteal Sunday drifting like sailor’ed swiftness in marred compounds How are,…how are you? I wait for...
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Pepper Proud on a Distilled Walkway
Stolen strings from the circus of David’s ceremonial dance bricks Somber tones for her fingers like gin on the saber-rattling water Her voice drifting between highways where you shared a...