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''It's not the ghosts of the dead that hunt places...
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They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words...
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Winds
chiming...
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For the yawning dim night that wraps itself around...
if you believe that I'm a new moon glowing through...
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Ingrid
She sits at her desk like a Flower in full bloom...
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If I could fly to the star-freckled sky
on a bitter winter's night, I'd graze the moon...
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The Dock reigns strong and calm,
The Sea, in turn, falls to the authoritative...
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I want to poetize the grim faces
I've been pressed upon...
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Sometimes I ensconce
myself on the palm of raw...
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Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...
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When I raised my hands,
she came tenderly, bathing me...
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Every girl needs that guy,
if not to fall in love with...