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I CanA Poem by ashleydawnI can do Your work hereaway from the pewsand the hallelujah-ers.I can do Your work hereaway from the pulpit hoggingpreachers and their perfectpreacher.. |
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Mr. Cable ManA Poem by ashleydawnYou roused me from my sickly sleepwhen you pounded on my door;asking the most trivial questionsand referring to previous conversationswith my parents... |
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EnemiesA Poem by ashleydawnBusynessandtimeare the enemiesof myprose. |
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Rebellion at its FinestA Poem by ashleydawnYou told menot to journalabout this.but the rebellious spiritin mejust had tobecause you saidI couldn't. |
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Paradigm ShiftA Poem by ashleydawnI've noticed thatit is easierto be excitedabout our conversationswhen I stop thinkingof you as a monster. |
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Carrying on the TraditionA Poem by ashleydawnI sleep beneaththe expectationsI set before myself.Carrying onthe traditionmy mother set for me. |
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We're Making ProgressA Poem by ashleydawnYou and Ispoke of God today.God and Religion and The Church.You didn't curse.I didn't cry.We didn't end on a bitter note.I'd say,we're making progress.. |
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Family ValuesA Poem by ashleydawnI foundmy family valuesunderneath the bedon a Sunday eveningin augustwhen my mother decidedto move furniture. |
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Gas Station ManA Poem by ashleydawnHello gas station man,you look quite nice today.Do you mind if I talk to youfrom behind the windows of my car?Do you mind me watchingyou and your frie.. |
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The Chosen PathsA Poem by ashleydawnI want to be the childwho creeps from her bedto lay with a flashlightcompleting that final chaptersimply because morningis too far.Not the one whoslip.. |