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human peltsSo call yourself into each token of human progression; / all the orbiting rays of your spent time, s
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Feb 5, 2011
human pelts, part 2Tickling each bed of moss, the underground, where human ignorance barely touches us; the sheds of li
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Feb 5, 2011
burrowerDo I live here? / deep between the ripening caves of your teeth, / or the rips of soft flesh on your
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Feb 5, 2011
BabiesWhere do they go? / Capsized cradle womb. / When finished arranging dates, are they left in bins to
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Feb 5, 2011
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