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RT @donnyhamms: “is that what they think / life takes / some fiber & plastic / to hold us in place / but sunlight filters / through slivers…

RT @donnyhamms: After another long week in this reality, end your Friday with some beauty. “And notes– Long erased From the heart– Line…

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RT @donnyhamms: “Take me to you, imprison me, for I / Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, / nor ever chaste, except you ravish me”…

RT @donnyhamms: “We went to fields that smelled like the boy who became an empty space on a Tuesday morning a long time ago.” - John McCa…

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RT @donnyhamms: Even, for some, the delicate crunch of crickets, or hind legs of lamb, still tinged with blood. The world is such an unexpe…

RT @donnyhamms: “It is true we named our own sea dead. / On the houses nearby the bougainvillea flourishes. // On the shore we call this ma…

RT @donnyhamms: “in east LA i saw a shirtless man kneel down right there on the sidewalk to pray to Allah with no prayer rug, just his half…

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Page 154 from Issue 101 TriQuarterly and nobody knew how to make it run. He chuckled, believing ... impressed the chancellors by reciting poems backward after reading them only twice. He could do that even ... the eunuchs how to repair it and how to wind and oil it. He invented a word for every part. Still none ...

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