Breaths of life
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O leans over, puts his forehead to Lilith's, says "I do the Ha with all of
my dogs. Breath." Went to swim meets this past weekend, so we talk dull
sport...
10 hours ago
killing-clothes loiter and break-down blacksmiths' hairy environs, cinder-lithe waists massive overhand place.
1 comment:
What about overemployed but underpaid? Will we all become one-line poets? Might be a good thing. As Tadeusz Rozewicz writes somewhere:
you could say that the poets
have stoned poetry to death
with words
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