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LA RETE DI STEVE
arms akimbo in princeton in 2000 the famous squirrelly record producer in boring denim and black work shirt chameleon-like his wicked opacity doesn’t applaud when the band finishes its final song — there are still film cameras pentax nikon canon is that guy picciotto in the branches of a pine tree?
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Eight Parables of the Budding Fig
Wikipedia Poem, No. 973 later simon petra denotes a proper name as reflection of a noble patriarch or that of a connotation of new testament meaning precise stone or red aramaic crag dispute the time in rock or by translation stone to petrus as usual means stone to peter petrus particularly in acting class rock…
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“Rosewater, Chicken Fat, and Pinecones”
Wikipedia Poem, No. 972 cloves to me finish the beginning not first in air i have a special mixture my exclusive time requires drips i’ve made up my nose: first mind the drips die then do no such thing required of me since air is not so casually soaked in ragged strips of exclusivity time…
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Miyazawa Kenji
Wikipedia Poem, No. 971 clouds and the white stream brain snow has-been tomatoes in the eyes adrift on a mach of arms toward the bodhisattva at dawn on the depth of everesting clouds and the gloom the dark seaweed insects fly away in the washes partition the twilight comes toward the blue radiant moonsteel pen…
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Collage Burning Landscape
what’s even worth painting anymore? all the nerd girls in big striped sweaters warming bleach moms gym guys in slate sleeveless tees and they make shoes out of knit polyester now tight pants loosepants clouds bodies minds bricks piled up high hair gel on a young couple four hundred feet away i’m worried about their…
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Parenting after a history of childhood maltreatment: A scoping review and map of evidence in the perinatal period
Il mio corpo sta facendo cose che non ho chiesto al mio corpo di fare. I am a simple man — gosh — and I have received the impression your poem isn’t about the Terrible President. You’re trying to tell us something sage we can’t hear simply. Stop with the gosh. Pick up a beer…
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