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			<title>My Self Portrait as Blues</title>
			<description>I been made with momma's nape neck sweat,daddy&amp;rsquo;s clenched jaw;June comes falling apart out back.I been hearing rain turn into damage and careening&amp;nbsp;into shallow rivers&amp;nbsp;I been watching full oaks shaking heat and&amp;nbsp;riddle big horizons blue-green-I been putting myself into the sea.I b..</description>
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			<title>Woman</title>
			<description>standing fast at the boundaries offuzzed brush thistle scattering &amp;nbsp;nearby: tousle of bees, the intimate flurry.the sun feasting on the shut-eyed grin-you bed in a labyrinth ofChrysanthemum haze.when the procession and veil come down billowingand you re-adorn colorless garments,when you have mad..</description>
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			<title>Prelude</title>
			<description>The wilderness we title city; apocalypse ofthe season I will never remember -the high rise I shelter in,watching a silhouette of a lone man limp&amp;nbsp;into disappearance on dim avenues below,thinking how not unlike myself he is, and thena random shout careens out in the side streets.people get hurt i..</description>
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			<title>Paramour</title>
			<description>love poem</description>
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			<title>After Eden</title>
			<description>She wept with him when she dreamed him back fromthe colossal desert he wanders alone.she keeps dropping herself there,Desperate to understand him as a fresh clay edgeOr, silent temple of many pains he was born becoming.These days, he says,she is only ever sad-shouldered and looking down to the right..</description>
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			<title>Prayer</title>
			<description>I hear the drawn out note of your groaning-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Too deep for words, Father.&amp;nbsp;You effort this toward meBecause I am warrior strong to you, You; with the fast flinch of mercy.&amp;nbsp;Let..</description>
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