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Poetry |
Visual
Air Conditioning
Equidistant Cities
Euphoria
Up
Verse
Apparently
Attempt To Join Sex and Death
Breathing
How To Love a Monster
In Absence of Friendship
Inside
I Thought
The Possible
Words
Prose
A Dora
Black Hole Poem
Light
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Apparently my subconscious has gone and left me
for another poet? Please let it be Mallarme
so
when the immutable order
returns it to me
it will be as a new lover
as a chance meeting on a train trip
washed in twinkly possibilities
his brown eyes so deep they look black
and the curls around his face sharp
against the blurring countryside
his graceful outlines revealing
adventures I long to remember
strange but welcoming
touchingly familiar
with knuckles soaked
in blue ink
L O V E.
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