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Today is pills day henceforth things’re petals for my errors.
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Review: Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
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Cow Cow Cow
cow cow cow onesies ringing the tree pre- storm: time being tambien the form of a thing is the thing eating at the ground, says I dot I speaking betwixt clumps of fescue flanking the steps, in accordance w/ C. Olson, kind of a cow himself, six ft in brown trousers how now he isn’t …
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Laetitia
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Old Tyme Sonnet
I know you won’t. Not here. Not this time. Not in this house. Not even back in the back room, unbuttoning the lights. Not for all the flocks of dark birds in winter. So don’t ask me about the moon. There’s no bright thigh spread there, no animal sticking his snout in the gauze. Night …