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the noise was terrible
it’s suddenly dark it’s awfully darkif light was a sound it was loud covering ears to deafen the fearsencompassing me like a cloud
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mast
what wonderful things a garden can bringthe mast that would rise like a pine don’t reel yourself inbut harness the windyour strength is a thing to behold
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i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2
_ no. 2i’ve got you on my mind, giver i’ve got you insidei made sure to keep you closei’ve got a heavy mindi can’t tell you where it goes i said it’s blue and redsaid i’ve been living like a fool mightdon’t tell me how to fix it upif it’s chrome then it’ll floatif it’s…
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this is easy for me to say
i was reading in a carcatching words by each streetlightthe words were spaced too far aparti nearly quit when i had a thoughtwhat order of letters got me heremy primal form is no Shakespeare and i know you think this is nothing newto think about life as more than something to dobut if it’s just…
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some strange sounds
i figured out what’s happening there’s a foreign place inside my veins it’s reaching out to grab me and whether i need it isn’t up to me it’s deep inside like some small thing a needy voice that grabs me so when my mind freezes, i’m listening you shouldn’t be afraid there’s got to bea…
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filaments
▋ LESSER_filament_no1 1993 FALLGod’s gift to me was making me left-handed. It’s not a gift, really. Not in the traditional sense. Plenty of people have gifts. It seems damn near everyone you know has something they do, something that makes them them. I had a friend, said he’d never do anything valuable in his life.…
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P E O P L E – imitating strangers
P E O P L E – IMITATING STRANGERS there was a hole in the middle and the crowd filtered through iti told myself not to worrythere was a hole in the middleand the strangers all knew iti tell myself not to worry i didn’t want seem unknownis this something we need to know?why does…
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P E O P L E – let me feel it out
P E O P L E — let me feel it out here they let us read until the light goes out here they let us read until the light goes out there’ll never be enough time be enough time here they let us read until the light goes out let me figure it out…
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-poems for Tanya
P A R T N O. III ‘babe’ “hey, roll up your sle[eves], it’s time to go”oh wow you know me[that] unsubtle g[litter] in your eye,of knowing of an unknown why– ‘babe’- , you’re tough as nails, what got me on y[our] mind?i chose once not to seefiguratively, you figured out the me i don’t…
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