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from natures earthy womb
you grow into a spectacle...
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SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...
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I sleep well, occasionally
Doing my best to prevent it...
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Please don’t gaze upon me with pitiful eyes,
loneliness is parallel to love—there are no...
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I, too, tire of the yearning, blue-violet flames...
beneath the skin, waiting for either your kerosene...
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With winters silent shroud the forest waits
for formless foggy breath to evanesce...
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It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...
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It is endless
their aptitude of flaming to burst and blaze out...
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A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...
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Amongst stretched palms, you slip me a dagger
unsheathed, blade touching skin and offer me a...
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I bear the brunt of that dream again;
two meters apart, but you’re still quaintly a...
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It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...