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The pregnant heart
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the way we love
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And so, they watch / over us from the firmament at dusk and dawn
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what i want
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Poets swagger up and down the shore, I’ll bet.
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the lotus moon is a lover’s wound
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I am summoned by a door
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the stony will / swelling into sweetness, the acid
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Blood in the dirt, stirred with a finger
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A hemisphere is not your hair
