Nicole TOMLINSON
This freedom
Somewhere inside Volcanism
This freedom
To them
Such is the wood-pigeon To
the universe I
am Like the bread We
have loved
Flowers O And these
are the countries Now
there For the sons
My strength is
dried up When I said
The burden of Damascus
When they stood
And it came
In reality Even to
Ibn Jûnus (who found 86º 10')
These Romantic outbursts
Every planet The
deviation In a very
dark orbit
The stars turn
And
It is widely believed
Who does not know?
Close
Nearer
the intersection It
is the same
Despite Carbon
On a candle Out of
Russia
now dead
SomewhereSeek bliss!
Seek bliss
Wooden act
At first
A horse
I turned
Why should
Seems the
Why be
Couldn't think
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Don't cry
Danger
When all
I been
If I
Just a
Whatever gets
Been dancing
Still
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Hi
The project
These works
Over a
This recent
Other thoughts
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Please include
Regards
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In the
The element
It is my desire
There is no more
See the higgledy
Poetry is perhaps
And with your great powers
I've seen skies
Age
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One of them
To them one
Amoureusment
The gloom
Toute seule
A sowing
Let us salute
Naked
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