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Trainlure
By an impatient outpatient graveyard Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain. As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims, So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness. Bell, book, and candle; Vellum book handled by hours lamplit. Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.
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Seoulless
Love if I could blame my career For not seeing Korea, But I have none, thereby do meagreing arrears Arrest my wrestling with appearances. Fewer ideas with each blunt Yet I still summon, eject, some. But the truth, as will appear plainly to regular users, Is that I rarely leave my room Save to be…
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Travel I won’t ever do
Train sign courtesy of the ‘long sigh sign tap service’ school of design. Says Nowhere but I’ve purposely got nowhere in mind, so I don’t mind. Steamy wince-light lightninglike, Everyone else alights in a long line, I am the only one who is lightless. I know it is a dream. I know this dream, Familiar…
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Father, they hate my creation
Loathed with gnashing hate my exasperating poems As if created bespoke for their specific knowing. Hate-fashioned totems lashing back at a total failure’s fate, Every evasive facet eight times worked to exert Maximum psychic damage on searchers. Four going down, so next gets the debt; Hammydown schoolgown, neck already stretched. Shoulder chipped like beat up…
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The prayercaller’s shout
Minerals divers Binary stars highted after curs Unworldly experiments recorded but curtly To hide them in hidebound, lest too far back pushed, Our fogbank curtains and bushes obscurant, on this certain great work. Unfar from a lasting curative Keep on, keep on with thy siphoning jar. * Rubylike spinels on strings like fiddler’s fingers Dangling…
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