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Meet my sage.
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“So, Doe, what brings you to the middle of Bumfucknowhere?’ Amelia’s voice trailed back to the woman’s aging ears from..
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She was traipsing down the aisles, fingers outreached and caressing the merchandise that swung on their metal hooks. She only slightly knew what ..
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Vocally I am arrested.
Tied and bound like an abductee
when you call me to tell me
you miss me.
Astonished am I to realize
that my good demeanort..
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April 24th 1998, 8:37 am in Ellensburg, Washington
He walks the property with a bowl
of cheerios in his right hand, silently.
The milk and grai..
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I am an ordinary womanand he was just a boythat I fucked, and murderedin a silver Kiahaphazardly parkedat a rusty Jersey ship yard.After getting offin..
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To trade the twinkling colors over your exposurefor stretches of celestial brights;the weighing of these twohas me staring at the stars tothe point of..
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I am all too painfully awareat nightwhen the alarm clock glows an angry red,blurred by my undeniable tears.And a hurt that rises up and can't be stifl..
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For what its worth.
What does that even mean?
Often my words HAVE no monetary value;
worth only (one over two) the value I place on my sanity.
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Indubitably,
you would die for me
and I would parish for you.
But we dont play that Romeo and Juliet bullshit here,
its best you take that kinda r..
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