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i run foul of your good favour,somewhere between2am andlater.birds broke with the dawnand i am the early riser.the writer,wreckedwith skin (pale, scru..
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i was barely driver,car no more abovefifteen miles an houraccelerationabout to give up.called my baby dylan,his namesakeof origins unknown.we tried ou..
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i used the wall for a drawing board
scratched my pen across the paper i held
shaking ink
and shaking hands.
scribbled,
scuffed shoes a pattern
o..
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fifty miles on the highway,and she's screaming.rear-view grandpapatake me to the chess game floorservice stationharrumph, just wantedan ordinary coffe..
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stay with me, tonightsleepy.the carpet-space next to me.i drank waterthat let me clearly see.sweet lemoncoating sugar teeth.i wore my cheap shoesincas..
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you know how we are,and the imaginings of our hearts.i know youlike i always wanted to.trick your heart and your mindinto believinganything you want y..
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your daddy was a dreamer,in the days when the world still held sway.he tried to live in the worldthat made himbut he only ever loved one girl.and i am..
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tonight,i became the one that he calls.stumblingon the paving stonesand past the battered old video rental storeclaiming a kissfrom a shirt-tailed pri..
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when i look at her i see
the past three years
of me.with awkward self-doubtshort skirtinward, untelling mystery.hands that used to sweatnext to ..
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for my birthday,my daddy gave me time.and i stared, horrified,at the clock facethat was taking my life.i'm asleep at the wheel,my head tilting to the ..
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