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…clinks in glasses chilling the lips unless a sudden contact is avoided. …is frigidity – a grain of water gleaned by the sun is preferable. …lingers slowly dissipating. Give me streams as quick as bullets. …chills a red Dubonnet till the wine upends the sun’s intensity. …sways every eye towards the skater’s own uncalculated mastery. …partners the gritty frost that folds the pebbles in a skein of light. Ice is the groin’s negation. Ice is the temperance of nations. Published in OUTPOSTS PUBLICATIONS 1974 (NO LEEWAY)
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
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…clinks in glasses chilling the lips unless a sudden contact is avoided. …is frigidity – a grain of water gleaned by the sun is preferable. …lingers slowly dissipating. Give me streams as quick as bullets. …chills a red Dubonnet till the wine upends the sun’s intensity. …sways every eye towards the skater’s own uncalculated mastery. …partners the gritty frost that folds the pebbles in a skein of light. Ice is the groin’s negation. Ice is the temperance of nations. Published in OUTPOSTS PUBLICATIONS 1974 (NO LEEWAY)
jonathan-finch
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
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