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white tail deer
hank

i still smell the warmth of the organs
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that sticks crack underfoot with the terrible
 2
coldsnap of a winter and opening the
 3
cavity creates with blood a yellowstone
 4
geyser equally old and faithful and
 5
that near beating heart just a few breaths
 6
past exhaustion still memorably warms frozen
 7
hands but all the aesthetic and sensory
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beauties fade compared to the better
 9
than roses scent of life after death
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for gary reed fenn

1 Jun 08

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bump.
 — hank

bujmp[ agaidn.
 — hank

wow, nice imagery. did i just see a puss volcano
reference here? i'm not sure but is this about mending
hurt feelings between friends reaffirming faithfulness
after one of them survived a quick shoulder-to-shoulder
stint with death?

i dunno but this is beautiful.
: )
 — fractalcore

or did he really die? sorry about your friend.
: )
 — fractalcore

or this might be an autopsy procedure, i'm
not sure.

but that's 5 bumps already, hank.
: )
 — fractalcore

great poem
 — unknown

today we're gonna talked about VARUN ....


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(LUSCIFER!)

(magdalenA!)

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this commen was supsended by a moedartor ....
 — listen

nice last line
 — psychofemale

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