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I become the accumulation/
of appetites
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6022
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If she kept showing her navel all over the place like that
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101855
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Written in big letters
Across the back window
Of an old Pontiac:
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99011
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I thought I would beThe standing champagne glassunmarked and gleamingThe sleeping silverParalleling matesInert as ChinaBut I was the catasleep on the rug
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9198
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Name me any color you like:Chartreuse Vermillion CattleyaLay me in a bed of rare papyrusamong prismatic …
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10651711
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I'd want Matt Dennison to write me.
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5633
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Hi, nice to meet you
I think I’m falling in love
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84854
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Sitting on the surface of it, near the entrance to its sex,
A tiny child sitting up, the flower enormous,
The child sitting in the white light
That is almost granular.
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1325215
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Lead me not unto grizzled men redolent with Vicodin and Scotch and rough living.
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5598
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Hatin' on lists with liberal use of the F-bomb.
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1550156
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96674
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Women can often be found
Sizing up each others’ tits
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73138
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She closes her eyes and thinks of Jesus suffering.
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11571210
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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72109
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The garden path / and her path are intertwined
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