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by David Blue

clever in sharp through it all my holy communion my reference tradition now sometimes witnessed and lamented if only all these had been told shut out! shut up! just listen

my companion met me two nights in a row in front of the Heidelberg and said twice she loves me and of course it's like me to begin to read in but when nobody else does, she loves me I don't quite note his particular personification

more impressively trained, definitively with a stack of charts – some his – on his noggin but when he'd finally play, I'd pity because he must ask first and his fingers are well-read but they must ask first and every little passerby draws away his eye so delicate, his attention for she that loves him