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TestFunny,maybe not so,thinking this life erasable.The sheer delightof transportation,does she hear my heart racing?And I’m dizzy.And I’m ..
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Small Pieces of PaperWaiting with the feverof anticipation,patience,is not my strong suit.Looking for a letterbaring a soul,or an hourglasswrapped in ..
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LavenderIt’s not the bloodthat makes her turn redbut the pride,or the embarrassment of it.Sitting in a dolls houselavender couches ofoak like pl..
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Excited DogsShaking through leatherand the bucklesof her boots,feeling herselffor the first time,but not really,the first time.Locked in a box,or a ri..
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Whiskey GirlJuniper blossomin a Martini glass,“neat.”Add an onionand it’s now a Gibson.Replace the gin with vodka,Martini no longer,..
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Under the WeatherA conspiracyin the chords,reckless restraintin a nutshell,forgetting;fingers press the stringsof my favorite guitar.A littleon the le..
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Sandpaper GardenThe cold grayof a concrete morning,the subtle sounds of solitudeechoing past the flowersof her non excitantsandpaper garden.And she is..
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ScratchIt’s that blankmorning stare,looking past meto the door and the street,sometimes not existingfor a moment or two.A feeling I crave.Not to..
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StellarStarting with a morning chill,a shiver,the not so numb feelingof teeth chatteringlike passing train cars,the frozen fearof a complicated life.S..
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4:01amSometimes upafter the witching hour,awoke by a dream,a dream of friends pastmost she hasn’t seenin years.Ones that she trustedor at least ..
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