"Nine Mysteries"
The pupil is always open.
Pleasure stings.
Granite is heavy,
hickory burns for a long time.
The window beckons,
starlight can't burn our eyes.
The dog knows your face.
Blood carries memory.
Empty, the hand is supple.
—Russell Kesler
Truck :: n. a self-propelled vehicle for carrying goods
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