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All she allowed was a smile
curly locks cascading
like black roses hid the
faintest blush,
a complement true,
beneath a canopy
escaping rain, ..
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The feeling is lost without
a care, no texture for
a master's hand, just small
moths seeking light,
not mindful of the choosing,
placing tog..
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Within time I will not be
and when sleep persists
I will drift, in and out,
here and somewhere
not here. I fear, a better place.
I am..
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They were feeding by the curb,
just before the hill, on the way
to get gas, too slow on the draw
missing the opportunity,
I walked down the hill..
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I'm not trying to be
all Hemingway and s**t
I'm a drop it hood
like my neck of the woods
yeah...
that place I call home
where bullets rest ..
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It was just a burger joint,trivia questions and wrong answers,we, looking left or rightbut never at each other, oureyes dancing like lost gypsieswe fo..
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No explanation can compare
but I have dared
to write the universe
with inequity
contributing to my identity
There is no chance here
where I s..
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I have an itch
but it does not motivate me
it keeps me company
through sleepless nights
a sensation of sensitivity
some chemical glitch
like l..
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Cleaning the home
always helps clear the mind
focused in the moment
a task into the Zen of its perfection
to lose all complications
and forget ..
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They wanted to
peel skin but
dark skin doesn't
peel in the Sun,
words hang
like paper clips,
by the edge of
the lips
leave the
broken b..
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