1810 8 3
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I just like puppies, and slapping people.
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164110
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Hope wakes starving/
in the storm,/
to off and hunt.
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48920
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A Being of Aether, who having appeared to me one morning, instructed me in the geometry of thorns. She seemed to be semi-infinite as her often melodious speaking voice was unimaginable in one direction and limited in another.
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148342
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The proud, burly tree / Rests on the now crashed TV / Thanks a lot, nature
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248441
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I go to the seaand turn myself over in my hand like a shell: a hollow conch carried on the resonance of a song long past its singing. My heart is a well and this city, one that is forever in drought.
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137820
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I was going through Lenin's jewelry and his paintings with a team of experts. I got the idea that I was hired to verify his paintings, although I didn't know he painted.
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3321812
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117100
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You came to me In the self made calm Causing quite a storm You want me to rejoice and relax? Not knowing my fears Shall we ever fly?
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1427105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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14510
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each palm a palm and a palm full of fingers. the father. the anemone. the inevitable enemy. the finger browning itself shows that moisture. the sticky wet hands wrapped around the mother’s calf. the calf, braying, noses it’s ankle toward the doorway.
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133362
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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17600
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ah,woman
if only you'd known
if only you'd knew
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19840
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you're landscape
under her flight path
brother
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20010
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i wake
urgent with
desire
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1179147
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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