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Thursday, August 20, 2009
The night door.
Welcome to the night The one light places With shadows that are individuals Do you have a place to see your shadow Li-Po Or do you drink alone tonight. Reflecting on the myth of the Jesuit.
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Early Morning
Days without ends
As Expected
Shift
Nude on
As in birth
The night door.
Dark days gone.
The Precipice
the mad parade.
To a friend coming home.
To you parents
Glass Ceiling
Intensity
passion in the modern age
From the Room
Dreaming of Sleeping
Cing up on 22 minutes
Poetry Reading
The Idea
Sermon to the Sand
In the beginning
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