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The San Francisco Examiner, March 27, 1942
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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
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— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness
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Dead Horse Bay, 2025 - J. Adam Bee
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to begin with, the sweet grass by mary oliver, from “devotions”
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Joy Sullivan, “Tomatoes”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Nancy Willard, from “Questions My Son Asked Me, Answers I Never Gave Him”
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Good Girl and Other Yearnings, Isabelle Correa
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from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers
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God gave me a tiny dick so I can fit in the chamber of my revolver #blessed
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
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"Beautiful Losers", Leonard Cohen
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