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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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His Charioteer
Wikipedia Poem, No. 969 secretive unions any reason to open new paths for the collared movement of reason open new paths for collaboration open new paths for blacktop and feels great great the collar he loves lifting lifting and curtail secretive right to the course of America pressure the tepid frog in the middlea little…
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Isabel II in Exile
Wikipedia Poem, No. 967 understand ennobling forsaken; struck down, despair; perplexed, in all. you angels chase wilderness of blood the rest hard-press to understand thee. earnest of blood inters irrelevance. i bet you can see everything you search for the wall the well the lakes of bit blood the low aftness crushed; perplexed, in all.…
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New Mexico State Gem
What is your name? Never know. Hunched, picked offa pair’a you—neither crow nor winch. A thinggod backlit in neon after blessing us with neon. And I know what it means as a poet to carry this heavy basket—faint mason, invisible stevedore, passage of time, neither good nor right. I am fearful for firm and misunderstood…
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