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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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Seeking your will, instead we found, somehow, a clutch of our own documents;
folded under a rubber band gone to rot,
muddy strands nestled in the creases.
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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79530
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- Of or relating to dreams
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95952
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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89722
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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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Outside the world moves, yielding only to the moon and stars Here in your room, the only thing that matters is you You're all that is All that I feel All that I dream All that I need Forever and always, I am yours It's snowing and we're kissing in a doorway …
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Gossamer wisps bloom in the barren air.
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I like to think of Bukowski and meknocking back beers in some downtown LA bar, Buk telling me some tale of ordinary madness (“Man, you shoulda seen the big old ass on her, I loved to hang onto it while we fucked.”) as I stare, nodding, at…
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one of those love poem things
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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Contrasts of tempo and timbre counterpoint of rhythm and dynamics complicated passages that interweave drifting aerial melodic linestextural, layered the subsuming of the soloing individualist to the collective beauty, the ideal of the gamelan. Then…
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She continues to drag the holy words Of her sacred scroll, to the ends of time A never-ending expedition with Saints of Hope The intention of uncovering truth In lies masked with pretty little ribbons The Mass of false segregation and …
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