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The first time I tried a cigarette,is a story I always wanted to tell,for my parish priest had always said,that if anyone did, they'd go to Hell.My ha..
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It is so bland,it does naught but stareand glareand entrap him,could it not disappear?And let his eyes embrace the sunas it empowers him with golden m..
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In my culture
the first son requires a strong back,
to carry the weight of familial expectation,
it is a heavy sack,
so to bear it, he should be t..
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If
we are to be in love
I
do not want you to ever need me,
for
necessity in love breeds a pair of parasites
that
feast upon both hearts in a si..
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The guys are over at my place,Sunday night game,Richard is off on another tiradeat the damn referee,and as I sit here observing it's the usual charade..
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I close my eyesand for a few seconds, it's beautiful.I'm back home in Sayrevillewatching the painter guy paintwhile my mom bakes piesand I make paper ..
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You can see it, can't you?The moment that changed you.
It hangs, suspended in memory,
like an iron ball,
floating in mercury.
Reaching for..
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You once stood alone on the precipice of a mountain.The rock whispered warnings I did not heed.Together we shall jump and soar!Like shooting stars and..
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I wanted to write a poem today,
words that would transcend the limitations of the page
and rise up to the ears and dance; musical sounds
that would..
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Have you not eaten your full?You damned parasite,you accursed leech,you vampiric fiend,I'd rather you feast on my blood,instead of my joy.But, alas.Wh..
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