Black Waters
The revolutionaries were exiled for life
in a puce colored colonial prison
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Must Begin Anew
Of you today, the long stone walls.
Touch slipped through the sieve
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Old Fabric
Between the forefinger and thumb
lie the creases of an appeal for Godknowswhat.
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The Solid Lines Of Disappearing Things
The air, the tree house
that once knew love is now weak in the knees
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Friendly Advice
She said I'd become dust
if I didn't step out of the house,
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Cloud Gate
Silver metal bean of Chicago
How will I digest you?
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