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lids like weights i'd like to think sleep is optional and i could push through i could keep humming like some machine and we love m...
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i am lost but having disintegrated former versions of self I am free to rise to a renewed state of being. there is no fear in my confusion....
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a poem about Montreal If memory weighs upon summer, it’s the hues of August that suffer If transcendence is regaled to a greyhound, it i...

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