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Reluctant to Take

They say the streets are dirty but you could eat off the sidewalks, their names with z and k sounds, the granite steps worn and

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Like Rivers We Pour

The tiniest parts of us are what appear, stuff you can see like clouds off the ocean and big drop rain. We open like mountains,

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Still I Need Darkness

I’m huddled in my cave, a stick fire kindled with a flickered flame lighting the cragged walls. Outside the winter sky blue black and full

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That Must Be Me

What do we really know but a few days with the traveling circus, enjoying the elephants, tripped up by the carneys, in love with the

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