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glide through oceanic smoke |
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is one of the reasons that suicide |
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I dream an African-Indian painting |
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The veins in Trane’s hands |
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of Langston’s known rivers |
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on and on like the wild pulse of all living |
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like the opening of Beethoven’s Ninth |
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a fattening thunder, storm clouds |
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