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A prayer-feeling
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Rhythm
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Ice-water, corrosive acid and human breath
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A right shape and size
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The edge of mist-and-silver
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Food and fire
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The subdivided cell
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The gray-purple
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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An ancient witch-light
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Late afternoon
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A dark bright fierce fire
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A familiar sharp twist
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A mountebank’s cloak
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A profoundly delicious idea
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Twenty inches of ajarness
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A fluttering-moth wish
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A thousand kisses
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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To wander and hang and float about
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A damned spider
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Not quite voilà-tout
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Slyly garbling and cross-purposing
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The necklace
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A deathly pathos
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Beneficent bedlam
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A white liner
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The mist
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A wild mare
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Eye when I mean tooth
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The conscious analyst
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Black-browed Wednesdays
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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No resonance
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A fascinating creature
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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God’s kindly caprice
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Just beneath my skin
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The strange braveness
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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God compensates me
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Stickily mad
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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The sleep of the dead
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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Their little shoes
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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In my black dress and my still room
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A comfortably vicious person
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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My echoing footsteps
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Lot’s wife
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A working diaphragm
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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To God, care of the whistling winds
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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My damns
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Their voices
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A life-long lonely word
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Knitting or plaiting straw
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Loose twos
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Instinct—a ‘first law’
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Sweet fine sweatings of blood
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Bastard lacy valentines
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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To express me
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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By the blood of dead Americans
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Swift go my days
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A helliad
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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An eerie quality
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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My shoes
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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The merciless beauty
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A human prerogative
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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It’s not death
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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Sincerity and despair
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A someway separate individual
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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A strongly-windy Saturday
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The harp of worn strings
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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The Dover road
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A winding sheet
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A prison of self
|
Jan 01, 1970 |
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A thin damnedness
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A lost person
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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My neat blue chair
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A mathematic dead-wall
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Everyday and to-morrow
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A twisted moral
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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Half inevitably, half by choice
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Jan 01, 1970 |
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A crucible of my own making
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Jan 01, 1970 |