saturday moods
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Four times I got greedy
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≻: Four times I got greedyI. I am held down by the thick Weighted curtains quivering with Dusty stale air of a guest room.A feeling has grabbed My…
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The Script
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≻: The ScriptNowadays we have less and less to say.We didn’t need words back then and were fluent with laughter; it wasSwinging…
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Dirt Blood
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≻: Dirt BloodThere is a softness about the pillowy folds of a swath of baby That elicits an urge to be malicious.…
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No Love Lies Here
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≻: No Love Lies HereThere seems a dried well in me, ancient woman,Guarding and nourishing this stone villageOf skeletons. How dry. How dry!I clutched…
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A spectator as your life moves on
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≻: A spectator as your life moves onI inhale and grow, and grow,Taller. You drove me into the carpark, where the ceilingHangs low. I cannot see the…
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My father speaks
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≻: My father speaksSpoke too soon. Think you Might regret that. Beware You say. Forecast: Rain. A dropOn my hand. I looked Up…
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