you are beauty
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Night Light
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≻: Night LightThey keep me up to send me to sleep, watching from the pierWatching for the ship to tip past the…
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MILO: breakfast for champions
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≻: MILO: breakfast for championsMaybe we all had trouble going to sleepThus the crib mobile of grey clouds hung Stubbornly over us. Last night our…
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Counting the ways
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≻: Counting the waysIt had been a bad week and I return home on the conveyer belt for lost and found suitcases.My mother…
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We trampled in the garden and left a trail of mourning roses. Do you now feel guilty?
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≻: We trampled in the garden and left a trail of mourning roses. Do you now feel guilty?Again, Adam and Eve in the biblical garden and theLonely Apple tree, groped by an uninspired poet or an“Indie artsy” maker…
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I write till my blisters bleed
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≻: I write till my blisters bleedWe live like algorithms, growing out of each other. You writeWith characters, with a language that has not mothered me.…
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Plastic box
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≻: Plastic boxMuzzle to the sky The way we were taught to hold A rifle sitting, We watch the paradeNecks up till…
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