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My Dears
Yes yes my dears, I cannot let you out. You are too precious to me. Too… Too… Vital. I must keep you, dark and deep knowable to only me The way I like it That way, I see. My dears, my dears… So precious to me. My dears, my dears be quiet please I like…
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Heads out of Asses?
At every turn I have failed to realize there is a turn, there is a street to be on, a turn to make. I have assumed the structure is for me.
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Birds on a Wire
My ideas, again, flown Like birds on a wire. They sit for a moment Usually until I disturb them with a look And then, alas…they alight One great cloud of inseparable beauty That I can never touch or examine But only relish that I was there for the alighting And disappearance. And that I am…
LYNCH 