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The blankness Of this page Is lurid I am a waterless...
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Knowledge is a shaft of light Breaking through the cracks Of...
My poems grip me As each new handshake Enthrall me To...
A maddening invocation From the pit of your bowels To the...
Fingers I use to write Crawl over the words Your fingers...
Your words flow over me As warm, fresh water falls From...