water as mysterious
as wind
fire as unique
as snow
love’s mystical liquor
passes my lips
and all shadows
disappear
- Gary Hunter
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See Allup all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the sloppy stains of scribbles and cross-outs maybe I'll learn som
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truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips
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to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh stains and old smells the embraces of snakes turn words upside d
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