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It's what sets us apart,/
the thin film of dust borne on the tongue/
we can never quite wash away,
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1900
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We all heard the audible skill you had, speaking smoothly of our lives, saying audibly what has driven us, who are huge with night, rising with its origin inside and the clear water running past, beyond, behind, and after us.
To fear utterance in th
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That which is formless only takes form at the speaking of formThat is, the Essence of Isness,The Isthmus of Thisness or something else untongueableWill dwell in the hearts of men who seek in themselves their madonnas—Will dwell in the crook of Her arm, the ell of…
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Was it only for the vast dance of the darling soul, that you were born? Not to give up your genetics? Made for the use of the future, were you? I should have known. I heard the wind that swirled within you, even then, when we were so young.
You were
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117853
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My Aunt's husband liked to dress up like a clown
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86320
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forsake glass; structure; light;
the impermanence of here,
or there, or you, or i.
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Wild bore the wind down on me, coming out of the heavens that turned around the stars of the evening. The longing and the appetite at work in the body, all tickling to open a girl’s mane, gaping, health-giving crossroads to the body. Hail and farewell t
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And I watched,
from her warm bed,
the curtains dancing
in the window
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I have never known this man./
He is not who he is.
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Flowers I didn’t like God or else nature must have had some brief happiness over. But it’s just forgetfulness for an old goddess like me, goddess of the moon, of hunting, of chastity once, since now I have changed. My opened flowery bosom went on to bec
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a man dreams of rain it is raining outside rain falls into his dream suppose he is right neither crackle of grease nor so much clapping his dream-self says aloud it is raining outside as he mouths it silently …
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You seemed to have that leisure to walk about sweetly when I was with you, honey-singing the reward for the intensity of emotion you lunged about in. Nothing seemed like it was going to hurt or harm anyone, even while I was going nuts between the legs.
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Two stories, limestone, gray shutters,next to the park.“We almost bought that house,” my father always saideach time we drove by.He doesn't go down that street anymore.What could have been taunts him from the sidewalks —two little girls and a bucket of…
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