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Eric M. Petit
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A Raging Storm of Words
A Tender, Growing Child
A Wild Wind of Spring
And No More Would They Weep
As Long as the Stars Burn
Away, Further, Farther
Be That One, On Fire
Breathe Deep of Love
Breathe Fire into the Night
Bring Me Your Every Darkness
Closer and Dearer
Come up from the Underground
Dreams and Wandering Ages
Explicit, Lovely, Earth
Feast of Souls and Hearts
Feel the Burning Embers
Grasp the Immovable Hands
Happily Nestled in the Molds
Hollow of Their Hills
How to Breathe and How to Fly
I Am One of Yours
I Will Lift and Catch You
I Will Love You
I Will Run and Fly
In the Dark and Peaceful Quiet
In the Ever Dark Prison
In the Heart of Your Darkness
Into the Width and Depth of You
Lost in the Thick, Painted Night
Our Torn and Broken Edges
Passing over the Threshold
Past the Iron Doors
Rough and Rambling Travelers
She Was the Color and the Fire
Sound, Still and Right
Spring Comes Wrapped in Summer's Heart
Such a Fine Little Forgery
Such a Soft Little Storm
Tender, Burning Song of Ours
The Heart and the Headwaters
The Indestructible Lines
The Me That You Do Not Know
The Pure and Bright Blood of Life
The Red and Pink Taste of You
The Shadows between These Bodies
The Wild Madness of Spring
The Words That Plant the Seeds
These Small Things of us
This Night, as Every Night
To Hold the Knife's Edge
To Make a Peace between Us
To Pour out the Blood
To the Edge of You in Wonder
Unfaded and Unyielding upon the Walls
Waking the Sleepers
What Darkness Lies within Us
When I Look, I See You
Without Mask or Facade
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