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Moon dive chest

Nighttimes It comes as dry cedarwood rubbed On itchy palms, A grieving terror in my rosebed chest Of warm spring-combed flowers. There is light, A

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Bam’s hips

All the Rulers, the origins of carved Kingly grins. The Magis, and fortune card dealers, the city of Bam With the in-between curse of Jupiter's

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Alley

mid afternoon perspiration of emaciated growls, glug on the patio of ladybugs and chipped saturated wood, many million years ago i kissed you on some

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