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Did
you say something?
No, did you say something?
No, did she say something?
No, she says she hasn’t …
I’ll go around the ..
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Right
from the gecko
I was scaled to size
I was green with envy
of the bumps on the thighs
of a female tarantula
staring me down
as was the des..
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What
right does a dark clad man in a candle empty room have in a position of light?
He sings to his dying flowers, but don’t be afraid, he d..
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The
last time I sang I offended my shower
the last time I barked I insulted my bite
Every time I keep a secret a door opens up to me
And when ..
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The
flowers of a tombstone
the books of affection
the night of a thousand glasses
full of reflection
these are the gestures of a man with a clear..
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See
you later, clearglass avenue
with your broken down memories
on the side of your street
and your parked past girlfriends
in really bad sha..
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Tipping my head in the bath
Laying,
not sleeping
I won’t make that mistake again
How could I not?
let
that dream be interrupted
..
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The
bike and the automobile fighting for the right of way.
You’ve got the car who wants to go! Right away, and the bike who wants out of
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Just a little story I wrote with my ex-girlfriend at her request about 8 months ago
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Gumshoe,
firelight, golden night, what a sight
Gunbarrel, red panda, rare raisin, anda little implight, indeed..
Fortified, curated, pedicured, i..
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