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I sense time,I doparts of me don'tthough, I am oftenlateI sense a limitedtime to write, apart of me says,"put your pen away,the paper in the folder,wa..
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the others can'tsee our touchhidden fingersliding over thecontour of my palmI press backI am hereamong others' laughter andtalk, we steal a sliverof t..
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I'm waitingin this field of colorI createcan't create you,an image, thought ofyou, memory of yourscent, touch,but you …I don'tknow whatyou're g..
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I can't look you inthe eyesnot like I want towithout your permissionit would be likekissing youand we aren't therenot on the surfaceunderneath…..
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welcome to theworldpuffy colors gatheron the horizon, asunset ofconcentrated orangeover me, a healthyweeping,rain for flowers,sets beauty inmotionlike..
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we've become socritical,expressing our"rightness", our"order", over othersI didn't askyou don't know mybest path if you don't knowme- and I haven't sh..
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made a call todaydadyour voicetold me this numberwas only to tellthe time
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say "I want you"and I searchno furthersimple, like apoem, committing aworld, a lifetimeI would waitfor youdon't have tospeak,it's enough to haveyou kn..
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leaf rodents scattering acrossthe roadherded by wind as ifchased by somehuge, shapeless predator
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snuggle yourscentyou're a thoughton me
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