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lips kiss head, mine hers.
crepaway

fig seeds drip
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from crunched teeth
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onto ripe plum halves
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(apparitions) aster necklace
 4
in pagan hands.
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spare me the deluge, romance of stars,
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our honey castles she said.
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Call me
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whore,
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here,
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yours.
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Call me,  
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beautiful horizon.
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25 May 06

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wish I could write like that.
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