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This poem is carrying a sign  

that says it’s busy, working its ast -*erisk off, worth its salt. It’s tired of being underpaid for scribbling storms and pen-painting darkest hour dawns. This poem is highly motivated and power hungry. It is glorious in its gregarious -ness, … Continue reading

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{The Moment I Most Likely Knew}

.. You headed hard for that horizon haze, leaving me with nothing but this harlot moon, and hints of stone.   .. In November, we poem.     

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