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Smudged red lipstickand messy hair.It all seemed to make senseat the bottom of a vodka bottle.Becoming a tipsy girl, unchained.That's what truly stirr..
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Twin hearts beating.So close, so very close.There was a secret knowledgebetween us.I've known all my life.I wish you were here...When I felt lonely,I ..
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As lovely as the idea may be,I can't wait for you...I must cut loose the anchorsthat weigh me down.Sitting side by side,I know now that it wasa tragic..
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Little field mouseamong a chorus of cicadas.A blackbirdperched on a branch.I find I cannot accept it:The bird waits patientlyto maul this open, vulner..
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The thought of wintermakes me uneasyalong with a bunch ofunopened love letters.Days in a daze,I still have sometrouble gettingout of bed.It can befrus..
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Coming from a sleepless night,the sun is shining on a beautiful day.I feel your absence the moston days such as these.It is often a hard pillfor me to..
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A change in the season,each its own pattern.You wouldn't want tospend one minutein my head.I spill coffee on my dress.My socks rarely match.Lips chapp..
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Walking in a fog,I live here in your habits.Please say you'll meet meunder a white paper sky.We were going to kissand I closed the door.Enjoying the m..
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No alarm today.Still groggy cause ofnoise from the street.In pajamas onthe sidewalk whenI collect the mail.I didn't leave enough timeto tell you--I fo..
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The blinds sway gently.Are you still sleeping?I pull the coversfrom between us.I paniked andmademyself a drink.What is your name again?Slow painful me..
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