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14 poems carrying this word

01 You're looking at a point between the wall and the moon, You're looking at a point between the wall and the moon, and I in that same place yesterday was burying a star under th… MMXXVI
02 I feel sick from them the way I do from I feel sick from them the way I do from mother's milk - it hasn't gone down for me in about forty years. That day I wok… MMXXV
03 There, where there was a Home There, where there was a Home yesterday, straw smoulders to the tune of a round dance, that Freedom — feminine gender —… MMXXV
04 You will be hated by the living, You will be hated by the living, who lived alongside you, and walked on past. And those who died – for no reason or for… MMXXIV
05 So slowly and carefully your world presses So slowly and carefully your world presses right in under my skin: in swells and hopelessly swims and blazes reason. It… MMXXII
06 I walked on Primrose. It was Dusk. On the hill that here I walked on Primrose. It was Dusk. On the hill that here is called just — Hill. A steam engine hooted Out of sirens and… MMXXII
07 Neither white nor black, Nor pockets full of immortality: If only a shot of something fresh Neither white nor black, Nor pockets full of immortality: If only a shot of something fresh For ordinary heirs of the g… MMXX
08 Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile Play parting with me. I see a secret meaning — to keep your smile until the next meeting, to run the events back, casti… MMXX
09 The shark is beautiful Dangerous, playful Those red teeth and that ginger mane The shark is beautiful Dangerous, playful Those red teeth and that ginger mane Blow up my little world I'm closer to th… MMXVII
10 The ball of reality is tangled, And there's no needle at hand, That knits the thread of what's actual The ball of reality is tangled, And there's no needle at hand, That knits the thread of what's actual And of the virtua… MMXVII
11 A fighter's deadliest weapon — Not fists broken in brawls, And not kevlar, not armour. A fighter's deadliest weapon — Not fists broken in brawls, And not kevlar, not armour. But the Maker's mark you miss at… MMXVII
12 An icy, ragged, lashing word Tore off the crown of leaves. Spoiled the weightless. An icy, ragged, lashing word Tore off the crown of leaves. Spoiled the weightless. Poured Tin into it. Can this really… MMXVII
13 You betrayed the ideal of the revolution, And it isn't that anyone got scared. It's calmer to live without lectures and scolding. You betrayed the ideal of the revolution, And it isn't that anyone got scared. It's calmer to live without lectures and… MMXVII
14 The sharp razor of reason with one dangerous stroke Recut the soul's achievements. The sharp razor of reason with one dangerous stroke Recut the soul's achievements. The year turned into lost time, And… MMXVII

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