Tag: 365 Collection
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silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
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The psychic tells me I’ve lived many lives on many planets.
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cloistered landing in walled reserves
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the anxiety of moments that chased us here
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every hue of green reminds me/like placid drop of memory
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All those years of trouble and toil
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broken toys, syllables of a harvest moon
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“What is the nature of your visit?” “Ve arr nut visiteeng. Ve arr leeveeng heer.”
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A place to hold a thought
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a raid on our tongue tips, dipping in the honey taste of…
