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sat on the loo
wrote a prize poem
pulitzer


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and things aren't just are, are they?
They're made
so can be unmade


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Your love
whiteflashed out the little details
wove chunks together into an aura


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When it's your turn to sleep
I'll be on demon watch


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If life is bitter medicine
add a little honey


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drinking lemonade on the promenade



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