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Crossing My Words
Shaping
The Words
Blue
Rhythms
Green
Chair
Love
Poem
Laying
Lines
Für
Elise
Awaiting
Your Reply
A
Suicide Letter Because
The
Sky's Gone Out
Fäith
Mourns A Dead
Language
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Green Chair
drunkenly kneels
bending in gusts of infant passion sag heavy under the rainfall
of thought runs wild playing ring around the rosy in the moistness
of parted lips that hike their way over tanned landscape and fall
lightly as to kiss the leg of the figure in the green chair.
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