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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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March
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- *687 - knives
- *686 - the strange things dancers do
- *685 - i am sitting in a room
- *684 - navigator of the seas
- *683 - overgrown kids
- *682 - back to reality
- *681 - her morning elegance
- *680 - I opened my eyes
- *679 - dragon baby
- *678 - Scattered snow showers. Mostly cloudy, with...
- *677 - maybe not
- *676 - vengeance of the vagisil
- *675 - alongside the moscato
- *674 - buttered popcorn and tropical popsicles
- *673 - perspective
- *672 - i don't know
- *671 - drama fest
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