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    Author: Pollens
    Elite Ratio:    1.04 - 4/27/34
    Words: 117
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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    lament


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    1.

                        The days are full of things
                        i have not seen.



    cleaning cooling crisping
    carrying off










    the winds are full
    of structures

                                                                                                        2.















                                                      Awash on one of those great silences
                                                      [if i would just speak]

                                                      but, lo are
                                                      my wolf ways__








                                  3.



    Ere, if i had
    the instinct, i would
    kill that.










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      Obvious you are nocturnal and need to make up.
    | Posted on 2015-12-27 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ]


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