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<unk> i thought i would read poems i have that relate to the subject of youth and age i was | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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sort of astonished to find out how many i have actually the first one is dedicated to spencer | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-17.86-24.77-<NA> | I'm sort of astonished to find how many I have actually. The first one is dedicated to Spencer. | <|startofprev|> I thought I would read poems I have that relate to the subject of youth and age.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> I'm sort of astonished to find how many I have actually. The first one is dedicated to Spencer.<|endoftext|> |
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and his grandmother who was shocked by his work my poem is | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> called dirt | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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my grandmother is washing my mouth out with soap <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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half a long century gone and still she comes at me with that thick cruel yellow bar | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-35.93-43.59-<NA> | Half a long century gone and still she comes at me with that thick, cruel, yellow bar. | <|startofprev|> My grandmother is washing my mouth out with soap.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Half a long century gone and still she comes at me with that thick, cruel, yellow bar.<|endoftext|> |
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all because of a word i said not even said really only repeated but | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> i know now her life was hard she lost three children as babies then her husband died too leaving young sons and no money | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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she 'd stand me in the sink to pee because there was never room in the toilet but oh her soap might its bitter burning have been what made me a poet | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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the street she lived on was unpaved | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> her flat two cramped rooms and a fetid kitchen where she stalked and caught me <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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dare i admit that after she did it i never really loved her again she lived to a hundred even then | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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all along it was the sadness the squalor but i never until now loved her again | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-95.23-103.02-<NA> | All along it was the sadness, the squalor, but I never, until now, loved her again. | <|startofprev|> Dare I admit that after she did it, I never really loved her again. She lived to a hundred, even then.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> All along it was the sadness, the squalor, but I never, until now, loved her again.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> when that was published in a magazine i got an irate letter from my uncle | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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you have maligned a great woman it took some | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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diplomacy <unk> this is called the dress it 's a longer poem | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in those days those days | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> which exist for me only as the most elusive memory now <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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when often the first sound you 'd hear in the morning would be a storm of birdsong then the soft clop of the hooves of the horse hauling a milk wagon down your block | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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and the last sound at night as likely as not would be your father pulling up in his car having worked late again <unk> always late and going | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> heavily down to the cellar to the furnace to shake out the ashes and damp the draft before he came upstairs to fall into bed | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in those long ago days women my mother <unk> my friends ' mothers our neighbors all the women i knew wore often much of the day what were called housedresses | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> shapeless light cotton shifts that you wore over your nightgown and when you had to go look for a child hang wash on the line or run down <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> to the grocery store on the corner under a coat <unk> the twisted hem of the nightgown always lank and yellowed dangling beneath | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> their hair in preparation for some great event a ball one would think that never came to pass | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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more than the way most women 's faces not only were never made up during the day but seemed scraped <unk> bleached and with their plucked eyebrows scarily masklike | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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more than all that it was those dresses that made women so unknowable and forbidding | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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adepts of enigmas to which men could have no access <unk> and boys no conception | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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only later would i see the dresses also as a proclamation that <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in your dim kitchen your laundry your bleak concrete yard what you revealed of yourself was a fabulation your real sensual nature | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> veiled in those sexless vestments was utterly your dominion | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in those days one hid much else as well grown men didn 't embrace one another <unk> unless someone had died and not always then you shook hands or at a ball game thumped your friend 's back | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> and exchanged blows meant to be codes for affection | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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once out of childhood you 'd never again know the shock of your father 's whiskers on your cheek not until mores at last had evolved <unk> and <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> you could hug another man <unk> then hold on for a moment <unk> then even kiss | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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how much unspoken joy there was in that affirmation of equality and communion no matter how much misunderstanding and pain had passed between you by then | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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we knew so little in those days as little as now i suppose about healing those hurts | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> their best dresses with beads and sequins sewn on the bodices even in lipstick and mascara their hair aflow could only stand wringing <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> their hands begging for peace <unk> while father and son like thugs like thieves like romans <unk> simmered and hissed and hated <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> through the kiss and embrace <unk> bleeding from brother to brother into the generations | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in those days there was still countryside close to the city <unk> farms <unk> cornfields cows even not far from our building with its <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> blurred brick and long shadowy hallway you could find tracts with hills and trees you could pretend were mountains and forests | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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empty lot into the bushes like a creature of leaves you 'd lurk <unk> crouched crawling <unk> simplified savage alone | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-381.09-391.79-<NA> | empty lot into the bushes like a creature of leaves you'd lurk, crouched, crawling, simplified, savage, alone. | <|startofprev|> blurred brick and long shadowy hallway. You could find tracks with hills and trees. You could pretend we're mountains and forests.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> empty lot into the bushes like a creature of leaves you'd lurk, crouched, crawling, simplified, savage, alone.<|endoftext|> |
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already there was wanting to be simpler wanting when they called you never to go back | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> this is another longish one about the old and the young <unk> it actually happened right at the time we met part of the poem takes place | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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in space we shared and time we shared it 's called the neighbor | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> her five horrid <unk> deformed little dogs who incessantly yap on the roof under my window <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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her cats <unk> god knows how many who must piss on her rugs her landing 's a sickening reek <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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her shadow once fumbling the chain on her door then the door slamming fearfully | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-443.97-450.14-<NA> | Her shadow once fumbling the chain on her door, then the door slamming fearfully shut. | <|startofprev|> Her cats, God knows how many, who must piss on her rugs, her landings a sickening reek.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Her shadow once fumbling the chain on her door, then the door slamming fearfully shut.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> only the barking and the music jazz filtering as it does day and night into the hall <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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the time it was chris connor singing lush life | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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how it brought back my college sweetheart my first real love <unk> who till i left her played the same record and head on my | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> shoulder hand on my thigh <unk> sang sweetly along of regrets and depletions she was too | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-472.81-479.94-<NA> | shoulder, hand on my thigh, sang sweetly along of regrets and depletions. She was too young | <|startofprev|> How it brought back my college sweetheart, my first real love, who, till I left her, played the same record and head on my head.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> shoulder, hand on my thigh, sang sweetly along of regrets and depletions. She was too young<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> young for as i was too young later to believe in her pain it startled then bored then repelled me | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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my starting to fancy she 'd ended up in this fire trap in the village that my neighbor was her <unk> my thinking we 'd meet <unk> recognize one another <unk> become friends that i 'd accomplish a penance <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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my seeing her | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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it wasn 't her | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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at the mailbox gray yellow hair army pants under a nightgown her turning away <unk> hiding her ravaged face in her hands muttering an inappropriate hi | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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sometimes there are frightening goings on in the stairwell a man shouting | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> the dogs frantically snarling claws scrabbling <unk> then her her voice hoarse <unk> harsh hollow <unk> almost only a tone <unk> incoherent <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-525.79-536.24-<NA> | The dog's frantically snarling, claws scrabbling, then her, her voice, hoarse, harsh, hollow, almost only a tone, incoherent. | <|startofprev|> Sometimes there are frightening goings-on in the stairwell, a man shouting<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> The dog's frantically snarling, claws scrabbling, then her, her voice, hoarse, harsh, hollow, almost only a tone, incoherent.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> a note <unk> a squawk <unk> bone on metal metal gone molten calling them back come back darlings <unk> come back dear ones my sweet angels come back | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> on the sidewalk ragged coat hanging agape <unk> passersby flowing around her her mouth torn suddenly open as though in a scream <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> silently though as though only in her brain or breast had it erupted <unk> a cry so pure <unk> practiced <unk> detached it had no need of a voice or could no longer bear one | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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these invisible links that allure <unk> these transfigurations <unk> even of anguish that hold us <unk> the girl my old love <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> the last lost time i saw her when she came to find me at a party <unk> her drunkenly stumbling falling sprawling skirt hiked eyes | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> veined red swollen with tears her shame <unk> her dishonor | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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my ignorant arrogant coarseness my secret pride <unk> my turning away <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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still life on a rooftop dead trees in barrels a bench broken dogs excrement sky <unk> what pathways through pain what junctures of | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> what crossings and counterings too many lives in our lives already too many chances for sorrow too many | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> pasts behold me the god of frenzied inexhaustible love says <unk> rising in bloody splendor behold me | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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her making her way down the littered vestibule stairs one agonized step at a time my holding the door | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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her crossing the fragmented tiles <unk> faltering at the step to the street droning not looking at me can you help me | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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taking my arm <unk> leaning lightly against me <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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her wavering step into the world her whispering | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> wouldn 't it be nice i think <unk> when the | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> in the doctor 's waiting room bends over the magazine table and farts just a little and violently blushes | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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wouldn 't it be nice if intestinal gas came embodied in visible clouds so she could see that her really quite inoffensive pop had only barely grazed my face before | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-713.69-724.96-<NA> | Wouldn't it be nice if intestinal gas came embodied in visible clouds so she could see that her really quite inoffensive pop had only barely grazed my face before it | <|startofprev|> in the doctor's waiting room bends over the magazine table and farts just a little and violently blushes.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Wouldn't it be nice if intestinal gas came embodied in visible clouds so she could see that her really quite inoffensive pop had only barely grazed my face before it<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> for this to have happened now is a nice coincidence because not an hour ago while we were on our walk my dog was startled by a backfire and jumped straight up like a horse bucking | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-729.12-740.26-<NA> | For this to have happened now is a nice coincidence because not an hour ago while we were on our walk, my dog was startled by a backfire and jumped straight up like a horse bucking. | <|startofprev|> Wouldn't it be nice if intestinal gas came embodied in visible clouds so she could see that her really quite inoffensive pop had only barely grazed my face before it<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> For this to have happened now is a nice coincidence because not an hour ago while we were on our walk, my dog was startled by a backfire and jumped straight up like a horse bucking.<|endoftext|> |
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and that brought back to me the stable i worked on weekends when i was twelve and a splendid piebald stallion who whenever he was mounted would buck just like | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> though more hugely of course enormous gleaming <unk> resplendent <unk> and the woman her face abashedly buried in her elle now <unk> reminded me <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> i 'd forgotten that not the least part of my awe consisted of the fact that with every jump he took the horse would powerfully fart <unk> phwap <unk> phwap <unk> phwap <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-760.75-771.57-<NA> | I'd forgotten that not the least part of my awe consisted of the fact that with every jump he took, the horse would powerfully fart. Fwap, fwap, fwap. | <|startofprev|> though more hugely, of course, enormous, gleaming, resplendent. And the woman, her face abashedly buried in her L now, reminded me<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> I'd forgotten that not the least part of my awe consisted of the fact that with every jump he took, the horse would powerfully fart. Fwap, fwap, fwap.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> the steely glinting hooves the eruptions driven from the creature 's mighty innards | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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breath stopped <unk> heart stopped <unk> nostrils madly flared | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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i didn 't know if i wanted to break him <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> most of my poems actually are urban poems i happen to be reading a bunch that aren 't | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-814.71-819.46-<NA> | Most of my poems actually are urban poems. I happen to be reading a bunch that aren't. | <|startofprev|> I didn't know if I wanted to break him.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Most of my poems actually are urban poems. I happen to be reading a bunch that aren't.<|endoftext|> |
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thirst here was my relation with the woman who lived all last autumn and winter day and night on a bench in the | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> station until finally one day she vanished | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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we regarded each other | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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scrutinized one another me shyly obliquely trying not to be furtive she boldly <unk> unblinkingly even pugnaciously pugnaciously <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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<unk> wrathfully even when her bottle was empty | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-846.72-850.49-<NA> | Wrathfully even, when her bottle was empty. | <|startofprev|> scrutinized one another, me shyly, obliquely, trying not to be furtive, she boldly, unblinkingly, even pugnaciously,<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Wrathfully even, when her bottle was empty.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> some repressed part of myself would go out of control and i 'd be forever entrapped in the shocking seethe of her stench | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-855.17-863.88-<NA> | some repressed part of myself would go out of control and I'd be forever entrapped in the shocking seethe of her stench. | <|startofprev|> Wrathfully even, when her bottle was empty.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> some repressed part of myself would go out of control and I'd be forever entrapped in the shocking seethe of her stench.<|endoftext|> |
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not excrement merely not merely surface and orifice going unwashed rediffusion of rum there was will in it and intention power and | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-863.54-874.81-<NA> | not excrement merely, not merely surface and orifice going unwashed, re-diffusion of rum. There was will in it, an intention, power and purpose. | <|startofprev|> some repressed part of myself would go out of control and I'd be forever entrapped in the shocking seethe of her stench.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> not excrement merely, not merely surface and orifice going unwashed, re-diffusion of rum. There was will in it, an intention, power and purpose.<|endoftext|> |
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<unk> ethical rage and rebellion | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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despair too though grief loss <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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sometimes i 'd think i should take her home with me <unk> bathe her <unk> comfort her dress her she wouldn 't have wanted me to i would think <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
| /home/sanchit_huggingface_co/.cache/huggingface/datasets/downloads/extracted/71c0f456cfe9075fb7b1d374f2527da13362a31a4c4a9804763d13aa5ffd557b/train/CKWilliams_2001.sph | CKWilliams_2001-883.52-891.92-<NA> | Sometimes I think I should take her home with me, bathe her, comfort her, dress her. She wouldn't have wanted me to, I would think. | <|startofprev|> Despair too though, grief, loss.<|startoftranscript|><|en|><|transcribe|><|notimestamps|> Sometimes I think I should take her home with me, bathe her, comfort her, dress her. She wouldn't have wanted me to, I would think.<|endoftext|> |
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instead i 'd step into my train how rich i would think is the lexicon of our <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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how enduring our bland fatal assurance that reflection | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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is righteousness being accomplished <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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the dance of our glances <unk> the clash pulling each other through our perceptual punctures <unk> then holocaust holocaust host on host <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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of ill injured presences <unk> squandered consumed <unk> | CKWilliams_2001 | -1no label
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