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PK Wakefield Aug 2014
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         "I don't like you very much."



































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PK Wakefield Aug 2014
wet softness
that by does

(
            arching

upon

             arching
(

lean into of

leaning,


suppose a wen.


that of hurried ugly millions lurch
on lurching bodies of tired always to be,
courses with new old obscureness of
brusque hideous hope. that hope
of to be not always tired of being–

to find some seed, some
new rind of dazzzling health
in unliving mounds of hurt asphalt.
PK Wakefield Aug 2014
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           "Seems a little ***** to me."

















































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PK Wakefield Aug 2014
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                   "Well that's ridiculous.

                     People hate honesty–they prefer to be lied to."




























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PK Wakefield Aug 2014
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              "You taste really good."




















































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PK Wakefield Aug 2014
how  of,

              
       U wen

've               been

wine amongst such dower trees as Spring:

a perched upon
a string of suddenly
cool night has


           alighted

with weft of surging flower
a stumbling drunkness of **** infinite self

(a parting of easy fragrance   )                  soft

at the hinges

and wet between

the peels of rough human knees:


                                                           (some hand; some soft
                                                            
                                                             At play

                                                             at hurtfully
                                                             entering eager pain    .)


                                                                             t
                                                                             h
                                                                             e
                                                                         sound
                                                                             o
                                                                             f
                                                                         fingers;

            
                                                                 the sound of love.
PK Wakefield Aug 2014
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                                           "Do you like to eat *****?"




































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