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I can never saythe right things,the right way,at the right time.It's just not how I operate.I take the things inthat hurt me most,to quicken the beata..
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She talks in absolutesreminding me;I have only seen herin other peoples poetry.And in my mindshe dances on fire,a shutterbug,laughing at the windbreat..
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Ginger-snapsI like starting firesunderwater,listen to the skullshake withinmy head.It's a real trip,like some waked-outLes Claypool baselineechoing in..
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Everything And Nothing at AllI struggle with the heatand the razor,stuck in an ugly scream.Blistered bits of melancholy ripping throughmy skin,pasting..
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She stands on paper,looking over the wordssome other poetwrote.Seeing in herselfwhat she wants to see,in herself.And I know she is real;a snowflake on..
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I had formed her silhouettebehind my eyes,not yet knowing which handshe used for writing.And she must have feltme staring;putting snapdragonsin my poc..
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She breaks windows in follyand dances in glass,not the least bit afraidof the blood between her toes.And I cant keep my eyes off of her.I catch her in..
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Is it ever going to be enough?Bottled improvisationsof sand-script,my capacity for painis endless.It's the secondsI ha..
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And I'm BreakingI break myself downinto a million little pieces,put them in a shoe-boxwith whiskey and..
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I have thingsI have things I likeI have things I likenot so muchI have stuffI lost broken teethin the mudCRACKED bonesin a pinchit angers meto think o..
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