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I tried to read the love
of Prufrock
to my friends who
laughed and yawned.
I tried to show them
the dynamite's fuse
in my heart
and the flam..
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Your bikini won't quit
looking at me.
Its smile is intending
to make me jealous,
colorful eyes covering
white globes.
Each corner of its..
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riding pregnant on
a stolen bicycle
smoking crack
for my unborn child
whom I feed popsicles
when men tiptoe
out of blue suits
into my all..
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My arm is disappearing,
My eyes closing.
But I keep both open waiting for closure,
Or you to know.
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Ignored snores of understanding hurt.
Open! Eyes open!
If I am to continue walking my eyes must open!
Walking ground is running out and I must se..
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Sparks fly,
By heroine magic in an non-abstinent world,
And are commanded at my fingertips.
Kiss my magic hands or walk in the fire.
Studying in..
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My mind is cottage cheese agony in the name of academia.
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Smiling,
Sand between my toes, salty air,
Bring me back to the Earth.
Ourmother is the Earth and she enjoys this child,
as much as I enjoy her.
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from a friend to a friend (both of which happen to love each other)
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Silly stares exist,
But only one persists.
I miss, wish,
Over one kiss that is
yours.
Die? Never
My colors have not changed.
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