#AmericanWriters
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nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
being twelve who hast merely gonorrhea Oldeyed
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells do… spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his d… Women and men(both little and smal…
the hills like poets put on purple thought against the magnificent clamor of
and this day it was Spring….us drew lewdly the murmurous minute c… smelloftheworld. We intricately alive,cleaving the luminous stamme… (eagerly just not each other touch…
It was one of those clear,sharp.mu… That summer and man deligh… Never had Heaven seemed quite so… Never had earth seemed quite so gr… Never had the world seemed quite s…
i was considering how within night’s loose sack a star’s nibbling in- fin
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
stinging gold swarms upon the spires silver chants the litanies the
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as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
it is at moments after i have drea… of the rare entertainment of your… when(being fool to fancy)i have de… with your peculiar mouth my heart… at moments when the glassy darknes…
yours is the music for no instrume… yours the preposterous colour unbe… —mine the unbought contemptuous in… till this our felsh merely shall b… by speaking flower