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My mate and I are owned, but have freedom to take to the endless sky.
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by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
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Cassie cradles the loaf-sized phone – pinker than any girl – and dials. he's not wearing a hat says the phone and we all scratch our pencils on the boy-list.
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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221100
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I need something handmade,
with coarse fibers and pins and curly pearls.
Something wretchedly fine
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7963
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But by day the birds of / prey were in control
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103862
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Why go outside where the gutters /
are fraudulent and clogged with popularity?
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104561
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged
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full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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164143
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fifteen together with a little streetart slamtrick
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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Within the bright glow of snow
there lives a secret of the mind.
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