Big grin locomotive, your
ties drenched in creosote-
that you do not smell, that
I dare not smell- until my anger subsides.
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- Old petrified moon,you borrow light well--like a d...
- The miracle dream,the one that holds the diamond,a...
- Waves rise like moments,moments rise like waves.I ...
- red lead heavythe color in the waistof the day thi...
- The sudden cloudburst,the one winking meevery flow...
- The threat of the mirror,unlike the window,it know...
- Carapace,the dimensionof your innardsis me.Silky, ...
- Darkness folds tentlikewhile the stars crapshoot m...
- Firefly----who owns you?The Milky Way?
- The long winter of the newwhispers I love you'sonc...
- The azelias fade,but will flower again.The new dog...
- Stipulate"thy will be done"and the dustwill still...
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- Catch me, the moon said,in that window with the ne...
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- Coca-Cola colored,they told funny stories(these un...
- Those memories,the ones that spit on time,the ones...
- old country store seed packets,like shimmering dre...
- The cannon ballswhistle lightlyabove my ditch.Surr...
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