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>George Plimpton Headache
>I am sure I will die young hammerbang hammerbash hammCrackWhat cruel carpenter makes love only…
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>Hyphen, Mustela
>How that lip gloss returnedyour step-down’s thick honeyed haze& i enter, cut-uppictures in hand-built frames, hand-me-downtable & a glass bowl for keys: It was hereyou…
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>South Beach, 10:29 p.m., 12/28/2009
>The moon reflecting off Do not forget how much I Abhor my love for you Gathering dust on yr shelf As you once collected roses…
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>how you
>let us remember your brightnessthe church all linked and singinghow you wanted to be rememberedas a woman, let us angel-paint youdead now, only 38 days…
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>biting yr lip
>staring up from the ash, smoking, in the shadow of smoke, remember: like my tongue cut the corners of unutterable white skinour bodies at rest,…
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>insomnia
>but at first onlythe veins in my armswere that color the bloated purple-greenof hard work, strained throughsuch a perfunctory grate now the cloudlesssky repulses an…
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>keep in mind her softness
>keep in mindthe bed’s soft billowits thoughtful handsomeneed. why wouldn’t itsdesirous fit surprise supple dreams wide never wanestuffed gagfull with dead featherspoking jolting inconvenient jeeringkingdoms…
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>Improv for Paranoia, or How to Make a Better Cancer #1
>“Put this on your status if you know someone who has or had cancer! All I want for Christmas is a CURE! ♥ Dear God, I pray for the…
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>Improv for Hands
>here, black streets constructed on white thighsboth hands eclipse a slim aperture, jubilation thenwith the knowing, noshake nor shorea push, profiting.
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