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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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5253
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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7243
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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“I read one of Tennyson's poems, The Lotos-Eaters, which is about sitting around and getting high by eating a natural narcotic. It seems these natives get like totally wasted."
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6643
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that moon does not think (unless mineral thoughts) . . .
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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The old man watched his cat feel the contours of his lap before settling down in its mould. It's time, he muttered, moving gently to and fro in his rocking chair. Macha had fallen ill. Arlo had been given a two-year gift. Then he had also thought the time had come, but she…
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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9322
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I wanted these mountains to be prettier and Jerry must have seen it in my face. “Second thoughts?” he asked. I pretended I didn't hear him, but that probably wasn't believable because Jerry knew just how loud to scream…
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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722
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I'd laugh, cry, splutter with confusion or outrage. I'd probably say “Duh” a lot, grow pale, flush, and wink at the viewers. I'd furrow my eyebrows, raise one or both, and my eyes would narrow, widen,…
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I thought I heard
Follow your heart
On the cold, cold
Night of the soul
I thought I heard
Follow your heart, follow your heart
On this coldest night
Of the soul
Leaves on fire, leaves on fire
They told me look
Into the flames
To
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