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					<description><![CDATA[<p>By chance, I discovered you in the little oasis of the clay pot where the parrot feather of a miniature palm tree grew. At a glance, I thought another palm had shot up overnight. You were both odd flames of the same green fire. Only, you could leap breath- takingly high, with wings for fronds,&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>All erotic myths lie arched in this card from August. Islands are pearls on plush, and far, a dead colossus floats. Wrinkled tissue, sky evaporates. The town heaps up like skulls. Gardens rust, and palm trees bulge with nets of golden dates. The beach slips under a fleet of levitating boats. I see you slouched&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes I wake inside a ringing clock. The enormous nightmare proves too fierce— the sea’s sharp teeth or simply solitary confinement. And so I am singing a penitent solo— a yellow canary cramped in a cage, a fidgety songbird startled by the giant face of God. Hours pass like minutes, days like hours, years like&#8230;</p>
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