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- 02:25 pm
Short shameful confession
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- 08:10 am
“daddy grips the wheel stares alone into the distance/he knows that something somewhere has to break
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- 08:13 am
“The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, / And sported his eyes and temple about”
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- 07:51 am
“i have stood here before inside the pouring rain/ the world turning circles running round my brain”
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- 01:42 pm
“i’m through with playing by the rules / of someone else’s game / too late for second-guessing”
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- 09:20 am
“please bury me in the cottonwood trees / the ground grown too cold for me”
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- 07:56 am
“a distance falls around our bodies / out in the garden, the moon seems very bright”
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- 10:00 am
“The good are in their graves; thou canst not cheer / Their dark, cold mansions”
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- 10:28 am
Five New Songs from the Jade Terrace
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- 26
- 07:56 am
Three Hundred Tang Poems #261-290
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- 11:40 am
“A lone boat, straw rain hat, old man / Fishing alone, cold river, snow.”
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Active Entries
- 1: “this city desert makes you feel so cold / it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul”
- 2: “i’mma wade, i’ma wave through the waters / tell the tide ‘don’t move’”
- 3: “seasons change and our love went cold / feed the flame ’cause we can’t let go / run away”
- 4: “love, i don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away”
- 5: “But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes.”
- 6: “here is the church here is the steeple / you were looking for saints but you only found people”
- 7: “i’d like to save every day / till eternity passes away / just to spend them with you”
- 8: “and he said to the man running the stand / ‘hey! (pom pom pom) got any grapes?’”
- 9: “i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”
- 10: “Only the querulous cricket grieves, / And shrilling locust weaves / A song of summer dead.”
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