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The Idiosyncrasies of YouIn a blanket of breath now pleasantly swathed / Our bodies made broken; prostrate in the fog / Exhumed from the boughs of tree-tops so balmy
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Oct 28, 2011
Cages & PagesOh, happiness, you know, is such a mystery to me / For my sweet mind, so nubile, now tempted and teased / In daisy chains constrained, becomes unflaggingly naïve
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Oct 28, 2011
For EvyI still feel your breath on my neck sometimes / With that stiff, clinical hand that you placed upon my spine / Examining my face for harsh, worrisome lines
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Oct 28, 2011
It Was October (Alive, Alive)It was September when you closed your eyes. / The trees were verdant and fat, / Their boughs abuzz with the fluttering of birds;
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Oct 28, 2011
A Song for SolomonIn American night, our sins amended / Dwell sable souls from Cain descended / Their perforated grins, their degenerate heat
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Oct 28, 2011
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