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It was one of those strange
Bits of fate.
I was standing; somewhat
Slumped over the wooden
Railing--for once I wasn't
Upset, or regretting somet..
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Alone in the House
The wind breaking against the window
Against the door
Whistling like an old lover
Who has come back once more.
There is n..
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A fictitious conversation about the true account of my grandfather's car accident/drowning in 1953.
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One brother attempting to teach his younger brother about what dead means
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The dark barks and
I can almost hear it bite
Below my ear.
Sharp and scraping,
I want to bite my lip
To taste what blood comes,
And not the ..
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The true tale of my night in jail...I know tale means untrue, but hey it rhymes with jail...
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I couldn't stand to watch them take her
Hoisting her up on high shoulders
Dragging her away
As though no one in the world
Had ever loved her.
She..
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Story about ex lovers, one of them facing death, the other holding their hand...
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She wants to love
Because she's had the rest.
Her head hits the pillow
And leaves it
Just as quickly.
She doesn't miss the
Indentation left b..
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It was him, the black hair,
Black eyes, dark skin.
I knew the way he liked his
Coffee in the morning,
The way he brushed his teeth
And gargled ..
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