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he flea, she flea

there was once a flea, well disposed to give of himself an investment, to suffer better the looming isolation of age genuine, honest, he gave what he had this flea, to that flea she discovered, did the flea, that one

Posted in Essays, Poetry

Dry Breezing

Eyeing forgotten panes rush up, dread, keep rushing remembering that crime Sweet robbed, dry staying forced down strange pits fast freefalling Wind fast breezing breezing by, think of it keep mind on windy breezing to feel less dry Not here

Posted in Essays, General, Poetry

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