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Falling Fruit

Falling Fruit

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I smelted a silver platter With hands that dug through coal and flame Blistered, blackened, burned Peppered with sterling droplets of molten metal That…

Union

Union

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I live in the heavens The winds of the world carry me To far off, distant places In my ears they whisper messages Thoughts,…

Sunset

Sunset

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The sun dances a gentle lilac lending its glow to cashmere clouds the birds wind in lazy spirals and the world of this block…