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All Life is like this Afteroon
All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow a slipcover of communic...
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The mustard end of my cigarette collapsed the way a building collapses. Tragedy at some point always happens, especially to garage bands. T...
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The narrator knowing the spinning of the world appeared to know that we’d been lacking a boyfriend on the rebound, a chance to memorialize o...
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Hard to hear, but you look good and I like the idea of posting readings online. As soon as I can, I will share some of mine ... Have a great christmas and sorry about the anniversary poem
It's good to see you are still writing poetry. Are you still writing short stories as well?
BW
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