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Posted by on Aug 12, 2010 in Poetry | 0 comments

Day 1 i have loved lies the I’s of deception remote and infinite there is no gesture that can brink it and so the circle closes not a halo but a worm hole out of Dr....

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Posted by on Jul 2, 2010 in Poetry | 0 comments

journal poem

5.22.96 framed by the shirt she cannot kiss back his bad groping taste between them like a bloom of ocean algae with snarling lips his cheeks roar up and down red nails...

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