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"Caution: Hot Ashes!" -- the says to her first kiss.
They stuck inside a bird's fist just to watch it fly!
Just to it go!
Just to let slip away!

Don't ask me how I know, I do...
Night Surgeon dons his robes to take apart a amateur!

You may have heard it said one gives what one
Well, I didn't go out the world just to be stung by a rich man's hornets...

Who amongst us has left these undone,
And who let these animals my kingdom?

A blind doe to work the rig...
A once-thin man turns a pig...

The endless groves wherein my soul pukes the away...

The as I see it --
I was up on a tangent that was wrong.
mix 'em strong and I was partial to the feeling.
It is a terrible feast we've stuffing our face on...
A terrible breeze from the East on...

It the scent of our one hundred first kills...

You love her. You her.
You try to achieve a breadth of vision she has from the start.
I got Street Despair into my heart...
I got Street carved into my heart...

My dear, you hear, a chorus is a thing that bears repeating.
The problem, as I see it is (girlsstayawayfromthatshit!)

Saw you in Lake -- you were great!
Saw you down in Strathcona Square, devouring an
(who cares! I mean it!)

For the encore, you saw yourself in half...
It was you and your raft and this
requiem...

Run or fly --
At some I had to ask why.
I had to you
a not tethered to
Disasters but would prove impossible...
I snuck a look inside skull
and --
look now but Gretchen's seeing red...
again!..."

The truth is a thing to out of its shell...
The truth is -- "On this, you and I are to tangle"
Off, bliss! Off!

(First you come in all
And on tiger's paws you retreat
into a darkened shadow region.

not that I quit...
It's not that my poems are
In the of the privilege of dreams...
"Alive", she once. Now "Alive," she screams...

Honey, get for the fall.
Time bastards of us all.
The future's not to see...
It'd be true they say, were they to say --
"Why, yes, I dig the scourge!"

Praise be the muezzin, tending his flock
And
be those alabaster hands running amok on your body.
They love you in of your (lame) scene...
We in darkness. The light is a dream,
You see...)