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The place is a living rebirth,
And all death is only temporary.
For soon in the land, the soil,
For soon in
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There are ten things I love about Portland, but I cannot remember them.
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In a release of pleasure
Her rain fell to the ground
Mingling with the
Essence of the Earth
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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unlike drift wood tossed ashore
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Last week, Beatrice told Rick she doesn’t want to marry him because why should they need an antiquated religious ceremony to validate their love for each other? But really it is because she does not love him. They both know this, but only deeply. They do
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I'm a heathen in the church of the absolute.
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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Hello floaty word man / suspended in smoke / chortling coughing with collapsing colon / spraying sounds into the day / making it night and ending the line
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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