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That’s the nature of fortune: it’s incremental.
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I looked in and saw myself
not reflected on the walls
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We were all there—the doughty, robust husbands, / the infirm wives, the incendiary kids
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the huge blanket of its otherness
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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your tanned hand with a half moon scar warm against / the curve of my waist
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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{ a Triolet }A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life altogether ‘Twas little enough to talk about A smile, a wave as I stepped out And O' how after they did shout (Yet now we only talk of weather) A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life…
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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no pair of wings whipping
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As you pump the brakes to the cadence of the song, you look at me.
Whoever says brown eyes are mundane, has never seen your eyes that day.
Everything changes, almost instantly, with those eyes and that faint glimmer I feel only I could see.
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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