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There are stars out tonight
phone
jubilation
sing
electric dream
leaves turn
ice box
unexpectantly
my stars
radio plays radio song
death is among us
hear
misconstrued space
frigid
on couches we'd sit
she undresses to socks
there is no holding her
words slide
Lord's Black Hole Prayer
sweat
lips fold
breath
Vertical
cubicPoetry
If but only a rose...
sunrise
white flowers
insomniac
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