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sometimes i think we get so full and plush with...

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i haven't roughed up a poem in years...

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click click...

In the future
maybe...

I saw a woodchuck wallowing, weeping,
upchucking chucked wood. I wondered if...

I like bikes with sticks
caught in their spokes...

When you touch me
my skin becomes an ocean...

Daughters and sons
(sons and daughters...

I spy yellow horns of corn...
nibbled specks of candy...

All you should think about
is the pressure...

Beneath my ribs, an intrinsic understanding of
warm muscle, steady breath...

Found this buried on my computer and thought I...