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I've never written a good poem.

Cool. it makes me feel
(the ocean when)
words do not the lightening
of the long sky,

in undrab Spring(a body is proposed)

of flowerets and garland roses
(green at the knees
between the hips
stoking         )in profusion

their broke
colorful
tension
ringing
(the fur stroke

                  singing  )

stop enjoying the beautiful things other people make.

start making the beautiful things other people enjoy.

ked



                                                    the damn



                                                                                                                            "fuc




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her tits the i

suddenly light
(which inexplicable mountains have torn)




                         Your fist
                         is prettiest
                         when



it opens
.

icanfeelsome cold
(hard birds between)
in Portland
there is a red brick building
building between
the hard cold
and some birds

(      i  can  feel   )

the fuck you are i love the way it's.
the and it
the does way
(forked dolllike riven).


                                                                                                     ?suppose ouy od


                             why not some let's the?

                            



                           (and maybe even harder)

 
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