antique
i feel like
a 57 chevy
up on blocks
in the backyard
of your love
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she wrote poetry like jazz
brautigan's riddle
christine's lament
good friday
when the night comes down
my childhood moved so slow and beautiful
antique
did you see the poets all dressed in black
life is like a crossword puzzle
waiting
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