1340 9 6
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That Bronte woman had me painted like Eminem’s Stan
Or a droog from Kubrick
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100
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112774
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not that we ever had before
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5200
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11086
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ripping molecules/
rearranging atoms
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14242
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in drifting morning dew, the pink sun cuddles white weaving clouds, pours the caffeinated heat in the cup of universe;dappled shade of sky holds its breath to exhale the blue life,the drowsy chickadee releases a day of possibilities from cracking egg of…
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10742
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Five billion years ago, if anyone / can imagine such a number, / so many zeros, everything / begins, slowly, to contract. As in labor,
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5872524
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3381815
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a force field is not up
between us
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110044
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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118654
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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103933
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Hollow as spit over rock
Was the mood in the library...
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97911
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Chromio citrio sticky-floored furio...
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8732
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16788
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