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nothing we planned was impossible
your arms were the hinges of the world
Feb 20
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In Your Embrace
One cannot carve grace from a stone which won’t stop stirring.
Feb 10
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Bread and Wine
I’m the joyous jailer
Feb 7
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The Inkblot
billboards, and grain silos, and promises sprayed like insecticide
Feb 5
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vent
it whistles
Jan 31
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In Your Embrace
Feb 10
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vent
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The Inkblot
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within green estates
Jan 16
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When the Flu Forces Pauses of Reminiscence
sniffling memories into tissues of interlude
Jan 29
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the sorting
you cannot tear gas a warmth which has already spread from house to house.
Jan 27
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On Tracing My Human Design Chart As Compiled By A Computer Online
where any glyph may be G-d, but one.
Jan 25
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Spoken for
from whose authority
Jan 23
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Janus
Love Time. Curse Time.
Jan 22
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the moon of the wild archer
a night archer must hunt at night
Jan 21
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