Alfred Kukitz
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for e e cummingsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlittle letters |
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the music of snowA Poem by Alfred Kukitz12” in spring |
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the forever of todayA Poem by Alfred Kukitz |
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how it comes in unknown fashionA Poem by Alfred Kukitz |
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coffins of timeA Poem by Alfred Kukitz |
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breath knocks at the dead houseA Poem by Alfred Kukitzhouse as coffin |
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it comes to meA Poem by Alfred Kukitzhow bout you? |
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edgeA Poem by Alfred Kukitztwo feet |
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on hawking’s deathA Poem by Alfred Kukitzgenuis |
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in the sound of it allA Poem by Alfred Kukitzcan you hear me now |
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