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If others call you a maniac or a fool, just let them wag their tongues.

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The horse had been beaten and flies crawled on the beat marks.

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Passions played among the orchids and through cherish and reveal.

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Always I obliged the urban tree, any speechless unblessed nature.

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My brother, only his son by the way he fixes his tie, blind-fingered.

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In the morning light, I could hear Bashō hard at work.

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Bone unspools its musculature to the crush of atmosphere.

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The first time we love, how tight we hang on to keep from drowning.

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The old dog of inertia gets up with a growl and shrinks out of the way.

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Each day I sing the valleys alive. Each night you find a dark pool.

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My father was neither kind nor strong in his bruising.

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Sitting on the edge, I leaned back and fell, wrist-deep, into the body of a deer.

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The light from dead stars only exists in the minds of the living.

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Chill air at six a.m., a bare hand scraping frost from a windowpane.

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I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.

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Splayed toes adhesive on a whitewashed wall, ghost-tattoo.

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For who can escape one’s twenties or browser history?

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I could untie Minnie’s silk, restitch it into places I’ve lived.

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She sits in her wax like a candle. A woman comes, a woman goes.

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Everything white is a white spider. The spider spins regardless of color.

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To get the job, always stay starched, creased to death.

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It’s raining concrete. I bite my grief wetly. Who will test these chains?

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let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden

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A boat-tailed grackle counts the passing cars from the traffic light.

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May your wife remove her shirt and have an affair with a tornado.

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An expansion into light, or we could have been, or were for a moment.

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You won’t allow me to play with your baby, nor come live in your home.

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To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.

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We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.