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dispatches into the void
Friday, April 18, 2008
knife to my heart
wielded by my own foolish silence
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Wuthering Heights
dream
lump
evening
the mystery
until the end of the world
if it does work like that
backwards
knife to my heart
ahh
horses
Paco says ...dance!
what undid me
Renaissance thoughts
as my body bendscurves around the treetoo big to b...
for j. s.
at first I could not imaginewhat might capture me ...
took off the ring again, left her behind
early morning mist rising off the river
I am a key.
gravely dug
there is plenty of honest work to be done
notes I found on my desk
inchoate
refrigerator poem
sometimes the gamble does not pay off
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