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the lake around which small bees dig holes
Okay, well, let's try this again.Rock, for your weight ( Read more... ) -
and in your heart lie roots, like small lions
I. The year I turned seven we had this gate, between the fenced backyard and open front yard, a beautiful iron lattice gate, about eight inches off the ground. And the yard was full of pear trees, different kinds of apple trees, and for a couple of years our sandwiches were slathered with apple butter ( Read more... ) -
looking into your eyes, inches
I'd burn these last three candles but the gas ( Read more... ) -
To A Friend
Refreshing to run into ( Read more... ) -
differential diffusion
i measure love with loss ( Read more... ) -
How to dry roses.
Maybe you found them. Maybe you stole them. Maybe we were seeing an actor (dancer) onstage, and we knew this was the way to applaud. Maybe we never made it to the theater, the walk down Willoughby is long. Maybe it was the stop at Pratt, placing the flowers around the rat with the balls, you know the one? We laughed and leaned against each other, ( Read more... ) -
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My mind's been full of these questions for the last few days and I tell you it is important not to misunderstand the point of this game. I've been calling it in my head "If you were an x, what" - but then I remember of course what it was originally called. "Originally" used loosely, of course of course. Things like this don't have origin. Do you ( Read more... ) -
Let's try this again.
Hi everyone.
I like the idea (love). It's...
Sweet.
I like the idea of it as a place (this). It's run skip hop jump happy. Place this. It's a ridiculous illusion but if you can keep it up, I can keep it up. And if we can make each other smile, it's the best place I'll ever know (this illusion, visThe other day I wanted to reach out and touch ( Read more... ) -
Cobble(d)[r].
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