motivation
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Nothing to Do with Roses
Reverential in a way you could never be; And I’ve yet to read you. I’m ironbark dreaming, meanwhile, except I’m not; I’m ironstone. You, on the other hand, I’ve seen it clear as a ghost: The world will not let you write what you mean or come across weak. Watered down like a pure-bred. Afraid…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 266
marrow suppressed memories eithermore salable images indirectly spring somatologic malignancies of ontology: cloud sides breathe interior concerns erected by a crew in public view heavy as heaven harvest between blinks callused tradition conceives the park bench memory shielding the sculpture the body from the breath the disaster the doubt cast cave-in
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