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When it's done, all that's left is what I've carried I'm an over looked forgotten brown oh  selfish  hedonist ...

 RITA DOVE Lest the wolves loose their whistles and shopkeepers inquire, keep moving, though your knees flush red as two chapped a...

It's possible that I'll find you stewing on the stove layered between bubbles of beef and sour cream; or maybe I'll see y...

First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still ...

It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians are flattened by ...