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The poetry of Michael Auguste
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SHE
STIRRING EMBERS
RAVAGED BODY
THROWN AWAY FRIEND
USED
THE CRIPPLED POET
IF SHE WOULD ONLY
HEAR MY VOICE
THE MOAN AND SIGH OF LIFE
I DREAM NOT
SOME THINGS DWELL IN SILENCE
HIS HOUSE
HE HOLDS HIS FATHER
I LOSE WHAT WAS ME
AM I A POET?
THE WINDOW
DECEMBER PARK
THE QUILT
JOHN LENNON SAID
SAFE HARBOR
THE MEADOW
EARLY SPRING
THE GLASS
I SIT TO WRITE
TEPID SPIRIT
FILLING THE YEARS
CASCADING HURTS
RECITE THE WORDS
MORNING'S BREATH
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