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Desire trumps wisdom.

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The cornbread for dressing cools./ The cranberries boil with one cup each/ of sugar and water. The aromas are nice


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The list of things to live for/ shortens with age. The list of regrets/ lengthens.

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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud


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The train station offers a pleasant atmosphere, though it exists as an in between place. People only come here to go somewhere else.

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When melancholy ...

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years later ghosts enter. . . .


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I'm not plagued with high levels. Must be all the raking I do. My pubes look as lush as my hair, so fire isn't even a concern. Maybe heat exhaustion is.This might be a poem,My oceans aren't small.

Line break drill

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You can say that again!


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the shape only adhering


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the beeps, rhythmic, tell us that you're still with us

Winter Queen

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Love is


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Those resting in clusters of bones, Cradled in ashes of what once were homes.

3:19 am

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the poet says take a deep breath


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I come here, to this very spot for a reason. Imagine — the illusion of knowing what is and is not. The contentment drops taste — one could suppose — like that.


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a distinct hardness that translates into solidity, and a lightness that translates into beauty, and I thought I’d find you there,

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From This Distance

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Can you remember now? How we could each disappear completely, connected despite fault lines. . . .

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“the calendar of my future was in there!”/ yes: all tomorrows belong to the dead cats,/ their decisions relinquish one day per day.