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how tired the light grows
between the grass-blades
of the heart
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I am magnificently drunk and exhausted and alive
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polyethylene (horse)
the string
from his lips into her ragged hair
thick as loam
juts...
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When I first met Eros, she was a woman. The ineffable dusk of the soul. Something loved and...
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