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Darkness, darkness.
Then the surface pictures a scene.
"Being with her, people want to die."
All dreams contain the dreamer
whose revolving doors refer
and refer
such figs
to vehicular sleep
as waltz sweetly into each booth,
exchange lip stuff,
and lunch on the Mississippi.
Stop casting porosity
with a body of meaning.
Palming glances makes a party go
but angels can't
have posterity increase.
Exit the interior life
for a stab at the gene pool—
as against
trout ventilation service,
touching a drop,
wrought oxygen.
It's hard on the heels of love
that unrest victims combat philosophy
trapped by self and moving
parts
upside possibility from mouths of how.
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