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Rhythmic fragments and verses.
Chemical imbalance, and the whole world is awry and out of place.
I heard this a lot growing up: 'I'm looking for money.' This poem turns that idea on its head.
No spin-off or recreation tells the same story; it's never the same jail.
It's a poem about a female's experience.
This poem describes a lover's preferences in a relationship, which is very assuring and shows a willingness to grow with her partner.
In the Ānāpānasati Sutta, the Buddha talks about being mindful of feelings—like joy from beauty—without clinging. Here, I say nothing about not clinging. Shoot it up your veins.
If poets touch holes — holes left in noggins.
The tables turn, and a new reservation calls.
She'll say how she feels, but in a recital.
Chum up readers, there isn't a tooth you can't replace.
DEDUCTED FROM EVERY ITEM.
VAULT VOLUME HAS OVERRIDDEN STANDARD PRICING.