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nojak Mar 2015
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some strange misery:
how you bare your aching body
and give divine consent
and give honey
like sun dust
like i have tasted
to another
nojak Oct 2014
when sun sleeps we weave delusions
plait silk into rivers and whisper in white drips
for a few moons there is thick silence
then, a jewel.

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