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Wasted               Wasted are the sounds The sweeps        The lonesome Hallway              Empty seat Bare      Cold      Littered There is more un-favored Un-savored         Delight In your eyes        I see Grapes unwashed by water Fume with need to taste ***        the wasteful father Perfumes our reproductive Waists There is—Something—A mote Sitting                In the kettle But dead birds and assorted fish Come forever              Endless               Excessive Wantonly needed There are sticks               Perchance Gouging from your        Urn          Dead bones In the marshes         Roots                    Pumped black with tar         To my plexus                    Ten dark hats Spun-woven on your finger         Tips         And                     We                               Fell Over the white         Porcelain graphs Of networks and tiles         Powerful deeds Harpooning the ocean         Trying to make a hole        Wide enough        For a silhouette
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
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Wasted               Wasted are the sounds The sweeps        The lonesome Hallway              Empty seat Bare      Cold      Littered There is more un-favored Un-savored         Delight In your eyes        I see Grapes unwashed by water Fume with need to taste ***        the wasteful father Perfumes our reproductive Waists There is—Something—A mote Sitting                In the kettle But dead birds and assorted fish Come forever              Endless               Excessive Wantonly needed There are sticks               Perchance Gouging from your        Urn          Dead bones In the marshes         Roots                    Pumped black with tar         To my plexus                    Ten dark hats Spun-woven on your finger         Tips         And                     We                               Fell Over the white         Porcelain graphs Of networks and tiles         Powerful deeds Harpooning the ocean         Trying to make a hole        Wide enough        For a silhouette
Apr, 2013
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Taiwanese
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
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