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in leo I am lying
it's close drawing near.
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a string of things of ribbons and rings
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this body is not my own
i am a foreigner here
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he sits in front of me
familiar
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through my window the breeze reminds me that it rained today
and your other crook
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the note sustains
ubsuspectingly
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mutation replaced with consistency
they can manufacture anything these days
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it's a deeper fog
this rainy season
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concupiscence
blue hyacinth
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He slings me around his back
unknowingly-
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seeding beneath
ripe and ready
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We are the bearers of secret.
Minute universes
by hyacinthgirl
31 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 2 12:30 AM 2007
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Out of my kitchen door
my garden
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Like any enlightenment,
I suppose,
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the burying season begins. what sins shall we carry in
by hyacinthgirl
10 lines, 4 comments,
on Feb 3 11:02 PM 2007
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tingle under fingers borrowed
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i process this alone we always process alone.
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late night
these continued rebellions:
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Across a picture when your breath still flowed
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the image of my father i knew
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