He mocks Aloneness from this moment to that, gathering at his table a happy constellation of tea cups, ironing out in fondness ghosts of creases-upon-linen left behind by a community of animated wrist-thumps.
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- AND THEN THERE WAS ONE
- ALL DOWN
- ROOMS UNINHABITABLE
- TIME
- DIVINE JANGLE
- ALONENESS
- POEM THIEF
- AMNESIA
- JUST LIKE MAGIC!
- SONGS OF THE ROAD
- PLEASURE OF WAR
- FABRIC AGAINST FABRIC
- ANATOMY OF WORDS
- SEASONAL CAPRICES
- CHEAPSTER LOVE
- UGH! PRETTINESS!
- ANOTHER PARTING OF SEAS
- A BLANKNESS
- OUR PERFECT MOON
- PETTINESS
- A VERY BRIEF ENCOUNTER
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