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    freedom from form forget poets in the ruling class?

    hidden in lines laughing in faces turned from the real a slap does a body good your words are full taste great, more filling fuels for fodder so you bother to speak from the hip blood on your lip tripping up the slow motion affected few that may not get you
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    Does poetry have to move you, to move you?

    . . Scenes of Movement Soft souls crossing The dance begins in scenes Finger points connect Smooth palms matching Arms turn down and roll Symbiotic lovers spin Down come the walls Supine symmetry Frozen face to face Magic slips from tragic Legs twisting to fit Weights balanced in space...
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