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Bag (a revision) by DjWhite

When it's done, all that's left is what I've carried I'm an over looked forgotten brown oh selfish hedonist you need me and will find me... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like

Wiring Home by Rita Dove

RITA DOVE Lest the wolves loose their whistles and shopkeepers inquire, keep moving, though your knees flush red as two chapped apples, keep moving, head up, past the beggar's cold... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can c

Possibilities written by DjWhite

It's possible that I'll find you stewing on the stove layered between bubbles of beef and sour cream; or maybe I'll see you gripped frantically at the end of the cat's... Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle