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- lonely is the rainuntil it joins in puddleswhere t...
- Just a bit of bone, she saidthat sometimes gets ti...
- no longer the carmel colorof her youth, she is sti...
- snarled fishbottom it outfor it floatsoh how it fl...
- important the moonspotlighting empty deck chairsc...
- Fleets of grasshoppers surround meas I sport my wa...
- knees like coconutslegs pink as parking ticketssti...
- The moon glazedlike a breakfast roll,and the tulip...
- The soul with its bloody sheets,all those forts hi...
- A tattered old woman,the sea wind screamssweep, sw...
- built hot dog fashioncold wheels to the groundyet ...
- Falling, I lifted up, as ifI was on a plane diving...
- She crowds her sweaterwith her dreams:one manless ...
- Her sweater, lifted, filled,her dreams --one man l...
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