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sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...
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you open your eyes
and the world resolves...
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Twenty Twenty was meant to be my year.
You know, the one where I worked it all out...
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writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...
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Time thrilling as it is, stands still for no
Impatient individual hoping to make...
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Some days I'm very much
in the now...
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their worries wound up
the - clock ticking torment - of...
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It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...
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Daniel danced like Fred Astaire, sweeping
Ella, his breathless bride, up into his arms...
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Your silence
is killing tiny...
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A mimicry
of what it used to be...
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I desire vengeance
an atonement for the sin...