Category: Filí my pockets
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SEA
Sea full of sharks and sailor’s shits. Our passage raise foam like fits. Twin arches shell clad an ocean M, The water in its stocks. Salt and stingray’s serrated estocs.
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Innocence
What steals innocence: Out from light and going hence, That woods near home grow not as dense, Evil sins of sense , Flensing feelings, naivety shearing, Tearing up, no more with lacking knowing; For what for what innocence foregoing. With such haste, zeal’s spring, into slowing Fast slow decline health’s winter snowing. What steels innocence:…
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Woman from the town
Woman from the town Last house row of three Baxter Street Leased for years, Elise the landlord Is divorced and living overseas, happy To have it occupied and making piece; House like that not bad not great, nice little earner, No boast to it nor toast at signing but free of mother, Like Turner mollycoddled…
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GrowingUpIHad
Mother bore but never bored me Sour milk and scant honey with scorned bees informed me early That Gods queer-paletted are all quips and malice, surly Since the age of two I frowned before a smile I knew.
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