ignore the signs that I am dying

I am going to die	Wordmongers' Masque: Poets' Ball	lately I can't speak words fail me why won't this end	three poems for Anton Webern
Listen, boy. Everyone is their own kind of ninja.	Penis size and impregnation	every day and in every way I am getting better and better	Please say it's not too late now that I'm dead and gone
wonky-eyed jewel squid	You break my mind in a subtle way	I like the way he reads poetry	Genuphobia
Tiny cranes, really tiny cranes.	But they're entertaining lies, and in the end, isn't that the real truth?	No Problem	Tears Fall in My Heart
My God, it's full of stars

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