the rose is dying the lips of an old man murder the petals hush

the poem her belly marched through… one army.   From her nostrils to h… she smelled of silence.   The insp… of her glad leg pulled into a sole… my separate lusts

between green                         mountains sings the flinger of fire    beyond red rivers

purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no

one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go

who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour

here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbre… when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid

my love thy hair is one kingdom   the king whereof is darkness thy forehead is a flight of flower… thy head is a quick forest

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