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It must have been in our blood, the urge to run.
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Life's a long way from here
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Rain pours down in a world transformedthrough thunder. The storm rages, night takes on a weight, and everyone hides, most from habit, some from fear. She stands there, soaked and beautiful, responding to the…
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
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One must be drenched in words.
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Lips touch briefly at first
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There is some Confucian wisdom about paper cuts
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I had the smallest taste. Liquid heat, gifted from lips. One long moment spent lost in her warmth. Fleeting. I should have drunk more. Would she have relented to one more sip? One final taste? “Be careful,” she…
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They’re exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists’ request.
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