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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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its fire wet language singing in my mouth.
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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I think they've always been together, talking amongst themselves about whatever is happening around them. A part of me wishes they'd walk into the cave and disturb whatever is burning it from the inside out.
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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