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My eyes are the shade of awkwardthe shy smile of summer silencethat billow and snap with the windand flap like the white of open sailsacross a hopeles..
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moving pride with a fork lift.
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Hour love,Every second of every minuteof every dayI try to escape,but I want to stay.Every day,of every monthof every yearwanting to runbut needing yo..
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The horses rise and fallpainted in the gaiety of childhood colorssparkling against thegreen.I click heels togetherblack leather,grown up shoesand wish..
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The growling clouds snapped backin biting vein,steamlined spitting into the pitted, into the trembling night, I toss to the right,drag racing shadow d..
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Painting is by Henri Matisse (1869-1954) image curtesy of www.christies.com
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I've never known a ring,or took care of it.She fears the black shoes,bow ties and tuxedos,the bible and the Cowgirlshould be dancing with the comedy,i..
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