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i took Sunday full
O’ fatty bacon ends and dirty dishes, and sunlight on the blue kitchen floor. here we talk aloud about running the nation as if it’s even a possibility. i like the way flesh smells in the air, when the...
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What a person would give to wake whenever— alarm clock inconsequential, even for its buzzing at startled sleeping ears; next to a blossoming love laying, touching, snoring, holding, warming; giving...
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When you sit down to write a poem it mostly happens. I believe that anyone can do it. Writing poems is easy, depending on the poems you write and the audience you write to. If you were a press and your...
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