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the Lord Buddha dips his quill in ink centuries from now
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You wake, search rooms for sounds of need.
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I am far from home, wherever that is.
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Savor the day while it is there in your mouth, this was all I knew. Mouth, bone, face, while the tongue held its silent ability. And the body of he who enters me, host to the stranger, the guest who comes along with me, to laugh at the gods far above. O
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How much sucking, faithlessly, can there be? The body being a night thing off which steam rises, that attracts like a magnet or loadstone, whose curls attract, whose ringlets or tufts of touched hair between the legs glory up the nightly watched miracle,
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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How can you stop a man from running naked through your dreams? I want to know. This ought to be taught, somewhere. In schools, or somewhere. I could never stop you from doing what you wanted with me, and didn’t want to either. You had complete leave of
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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I have been let out of my cage. And stand outside it now, seeing the whole together, visible, unbroken. My master, selector, chooser shining in the sun after being cleansed, purified. Grace walking the land, the earth, washed, suffering from nothing of
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Hot blistery feathers of youth. Youngish, raw-boned, bull-headed. Strong-minded, strong-willed, contemptuous of all. Wrathful, god-like, but oddly enough playing a twilit harp. And from another back the wind lifts up someone’s flesh before perceptible f
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for MeropiThree weeks ago this Fridayan awfully strange thing happened, the air tasted salty and the cobble stoned street at my doorstep shook in mathematical waves.Three weeks ago, I acquired superpowers. I can speak words into the ground and you feel me touch your feet…
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Three weeks ago today,an awfully strange thing happened:the air tasted salty the cobble-stoned street at my doorstep shook in mathematical waves,and a song of wood and smoke drifted inwith the morning light. That day, I acquired superpowers. Now, I can speak words into the…
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He says the medic held a needle/said, “This will hurt,”/and pierced his lung
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A thick palette of rouge and lipstick cannot hide/
his woman's age, although she thinks it does, a little./
She knows his needs; knows he likes her helpless/
on her knees in the blue night
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Maybe my heart was up already with that light shining straight out of my eyes. Girls in summer dresses, competing for your attention. Cleavage, legs, new skin with the light down travelling down underneath our clothing. Youth in which the spoken country
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