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On North Between Western and Kedzie
guardian of the temple. (go before me.) showing your teeth, (god willing) the streetlight is flooding (and you’ll probably) the banks of the lane. (will all end someday) pockmarked, well-worn, (just...
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I wish I had more words to give To my friend in the passenger Seat– Those silent eyes that are Wild and kind ached for More– Words that had been hiding Those unstable syllables that Spilled– Fond...
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Prometheus Laments What trouble, oh dear Prometheus, brings to me your pleas? Do they scream, “Release us, act no longer like devotees!” Oh universe, why do you pamper now the human race? Do you not...
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