THE HEART AS A RESOURCE
the love of sound
i can have her but in pain
your throat clouds
theres a town that jumps with its heart as a resource
anybody dreams in
disappear into an insulting thing
why i have an outpost
crooked but in love
a slab slowly turns
carbon carbon
he's the defect of disowned
the coal of proven
the mast of being
we live in a throat
morning must be a batch however
into snow or clouds
love is small
girl
my eyes are a resort
we still choose to anchor in the rec room
the word of u never visits
my heart leaps at a face that would like to
get the joke pile from the mail
for snow or tape
donna kuhn 2006
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