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AtlasIt’s gotten too heavy, child. / Much too much / for your weakened knees,
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Sep 21, 2011
Clean, SharpI am reduced to: / Ten fingers. / Twenty-eight white teeth.
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Sep 21, 2011
Just Call Me IcarusCrème brûlée / and a clean white dress. / Feed me from your finger -
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Sep 21, 2011
Last Tuesday NightI taught him English words, / taught him "gamble" and "fuck." / I taught him "lullaby," and he taught me
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Sep 21, 2011
Miles and MilesThere is a stranger sleeping on your floor / but you wanted an artist. / Beautiful things aren't easy.
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Sep 21, 2011
Reflecting Upon Harry HallerHand over hand, day climbed into night - / our noses bloodied - / our eyes bright with the glare
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Sep 21, 2011
Sleep-TalkingHolding a prayer between our teeth, / we / slid
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Sep 21, 2011
Stream of ConsciousnessI am here / I am staying here / I am the same I am unchanging
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Sep 21, 2011
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