Poem - That Cuts
that
cuts
most
drives
dying
intensity
creates
tightly
without
the strange
limit
as
the heaven
cuts
most
drives
dying
intensity
creates
tightly
without
the strange
limit
as
the heaven
Poem - Over The Old View She Meets
over
the old
view
she
meets
everybody
urges
aboard
the thought
that
holds
despite
the position
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