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No one has ever hurt a woman who is swinging a hammer and singing.
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Steaming with sap and greaseproof poly
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& where, I wonder, is the poet’s planet,
What kind of king, or queen rules it?
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Plumped ivory, blushing fingertips jeweled with beach grains
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The story of piety is strange thunder
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Headsets screaming with suburban boredom
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Post the absolutism, the fall.An upside down apple is a fragileImage and Nation together createN-trop(-e) chér my dear.Gallivanting about the frosted country-SIDE of lamb with mint sauce for afters.Ministrations to the dead.The body empty-D of all blud, dryin the cold…
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5000
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I want something beautiful to listen to while the clock eats my time want the horizon though I'm walled in my eyes to dream myself awake line by wavering line I want to hold the…
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135455
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“Dear, baby, what do you fear?”
Or maybe it was, “Now here are the keys to the lock.”
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A scoop of moon sits on the wall
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A box with six birds in the back yard —
Palm-sized Chickadees with black-capped heads.
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117895
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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88700
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90621
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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The bungalow was unlocked. The screen
door was unhooked. The trout on the
counter was deboned.
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