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NINETEEN .. .

NINETEEN .. . . Nineteen, I started writing when I was nineteen but that’s a lie The child became a man when he had learned to cry If I was nineteen today I might just long to die \.. . … Continue reading

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POLLOCK SHORES

POLLOCK SHORES the slaves of causality .   .   . .   .   . At Pollock Shores, in summer squalls, a madcap stepped across chianti walls To celebrate the morning like a thousand eons before, where universes collide, … Continue reading

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