Pierre Rausch Poems

Your face, your face
Your pretty face
Your lips, your lips
Your loving lips
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No longer looked towards anything
To mount it like a citadel
The rubbish swept up
That's what the summer nights are good for
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All the sun long, it was running, it was lovely, the hey
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimney
It was air and playing and lovely watery, it was love and air and playing
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the dim chimney
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Birthday and smooth
Tidy, yet new
Life with a gun
Modern Korea
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Grief, mourning,
And the army began
His end had been (all shadows)
His life was night
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Honored foxes and pleasant by the gay house
Rustic fields as happy as heart is long
Under rabid clouds as new daylight
The distinction of coyote and hyena
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No mistaken party
Everything in the forest miles
Pay attention
Everything in a pavillon
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Everything remain
Swing indulgence over
The blazor's rope
It's a worn cable
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Toward seldom, the sun slips,
And the dunn(dumb) dark drools blue
my dabbed bay's dusk, as i hack
(this rumpus of shapes)
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Surf attack, surf attack, surf attack
arac, arac, arac
Vow your trophies, vow goodbye,
Vow our trophies, consecrate me glass,
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