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Now in the suburbs and the falling light I fo

Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him and now down sandy road
Whitter than bone dust through the sweet
Curdle of fi......

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My mother never forgave my father for killing

My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park
that spring
w......

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I touch you in the night whose gift was you

I touch you in the night whose gift was you
My careless sprawler
And I touch you cold unstirring star bemused
That have become th......

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On my way home from school up tribal Providen

On my way home from school
up tribal Providence Hill
past the Academy ballpark
where I could never hope to play
I scuffed in the d......

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I have walked through many lives some of the

I have walked through many lives
some of them my own
and I am not who I was
though some principle of being
abides from which I......

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