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Monday, September 27, 2010
billie's gardenias
she sang the warm wave of tar she
lay upon
she sang the blows that she took
to the face
she sang her sweet and
violent men
she sang the blood
rolling down her head
staining its source
billie's gardenias
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hypothetical conversations with the cynic part II
hypothetical conversations with the cynic
hypothetical pretty baby
resurrection/stone
billie's gardenias
sweating
the house
the new era of poeme
the search
sitting in the cafe
I. II. III.
just rise
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