1831 37 20
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Make cartography with your mouth...
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200
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Goat woman from (not in) an Aquarian age
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115833
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119511
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empty wine bottles, and a single abandoned boot
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147900
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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79147
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41596
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my love is not unlike a pile of trash
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131374
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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100
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all those shimmers of words
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139168
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What’s this world coming to when guys have to watch their backs for welders?
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100011
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Lover’s leap to a bank of smooth shale/
Where I sat drinking beer that past summer/watching a group of hard shell Baptists/line up to be saved in it’s muddy waters
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1500
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from some dark certainty of earth
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2474018
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from some dark certainty of earth
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79421
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A raininess envelops you already in the womb. The water that began in the mouth a generation before you, away from any explanation, reason, or need for speech, and now seeks out the same dear lovable blood in you as those who came before you – these are
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100
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Years passed and the story became legendary...
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