1471 8 1
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She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
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10721
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In the closet where her leather coat hung/
Are cedar things, some strange potpourri ...
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6400
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she walks up to the lake of spiraled colors, yellow and green ...
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17142
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In Washington Square Park in the center of the fountain and cupped by delusion he whirls and turns shirtless
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16962
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creating the man-machine ... standing outside the Men’s room waiting for the gates to be thrown open
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7130
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She wears black on Sundays
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15620
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“While you’re down on your knees, dog-boy, lick my shoes..."
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14031
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Long before the shadow of the arch lays down across the plaza, X is awake and busy
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9910
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a face all of gold: metallic, her features painted atop a golden skin-mask
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11700
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Nanette got off the N train and climbed the stairs of the subway station, feeling oddly relaxed though still her hand held the stun-gun inside her purse.
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10900
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Her pen was the same color blue as the flags that flew outside the NYU buildings
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13850
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in a time out of time he arises from this dream
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13220
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Nanette no longer thought of home
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8780
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14540
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the passenger...who bears the coin that Charon holds legal tender
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