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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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Against Poetry (Only Poetry Can Save America)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 863 more accurately the king’s horses relieve themselves on the peoples’ road the debut of new consumer electronics consider a more influential movement on a less significant highway of mighty commercehead as the most influential movement as a poetic terms of service to whom? don’t be so beautiful or vulgar or certain…
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Content
This pattern supports previous research which found the beneficial potential for humor to release negative mood scales and replace them with a positive sense of euphoria or elation. Both males and females appear to benefit from the enjoyment of specific humor content when angered. Source: Prerost, F. (1995). Sexual desire and the dissipation of anger…
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“Mars and Venus come back anew / They give each other mad kisses”
Wikipedia Poem, No. 749 “The people who most needed god were the people who were kept outside.” Michael Simpson aperture propose emphasis or another kind of trying possibility of eurydicean seam paris review summer critique don’t get the internet started on architecture i typed brutalism and got doxxed and brained with a rock review summer…
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The Internet Appears in the Morning Like a Hand / Full of Cashews and Coconut Meat
Wikipedia Poem, No. 508 from your genderlesque moiré two water suns train invasive things the percieved field is most like my clause before stolen ice cream in order to think like singing deploy textbook masturbation thighs swing across the marketplace air like hangman powerful free diogenes sidling cloud crab then off she petals paper dress…
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Postmodern Sonnet
They. Who? Remixed your soul. A name chopped past MIRAFYN Then a number, roughly, an age? A scratch of photos suggesting a girl. You? Too Old. 24. We bear the weight unnaming You of living. Who? Leave this place we will find you Followers who know better, me Who cannot figure out why No better,…
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