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Still, by the light of a waning moon
I can see her animal print left gleaming in your fine bones.
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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There is so much we cannot know
about this day that never sets.
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If you were a painter,
and I a poet,
we could have conversations
about Picasso and Bukowski,
and how neither one
took a sober breath.
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I had to take one of those nervous
Skinny little IRS poops.
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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snow drips from her nipples and niveous becomes aqueous
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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You are my intergalactic princess / The most beautiful in twelve systems
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The contemporary festival of monetary outlay has replaced the celebration of fraternity. Hearths are cold, hearts as well,…
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but my heart has already stopped
beating. But isn't that what inspires us?
Happiness does not nurture
creativity.
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I was sent here to perform the autopsy
on the norm, the status quo, the bourgeois.
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