the night birds find
the face of the moon
to their liking
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-Mike Watt
-Mike Watt
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- this room, surrounded by the detritus of trying. l...
- and no one laughs at such a divine comedy
- no trees to hide our transgressions (reading: e.e...
- I dreamt of ex-girlfriends and motels in the desert
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- the night birds find the face of the moon to their...
- if everyday could be like morning
- as if one could watch dew with little more than sense
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