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remember whenthe virgin sea rushed to greetyou and me?we were just two girls in a grey playground,playing at being lost and found.
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he said he knew her sorta flirt, a tease.backing into himwith her chin on the pool cue.like he taught her to do.stop talking from a film script,girl.t..
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it was a gift,from my mother.which crackedinto two distinct piecesand clung to my hands.i sank to the floor,as james scurried around mepicking up two ..
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owen,you smelled of amber leafand i was so happyto bury my curlsinto your leather jacket.eating strawberries,because the magazines saidit would make y..
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happy valentine's day, darling.i love you slightly lessthan i did last year.but they don't put that on cards.
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short poem
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i can't sleep, forgive me.
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the parasitesate through my eyesi was breathing,when i was living.in the attic.now dusty hairfloats down between the floorboards.forgotten cups of tea..
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since you last saw me,i drank heavily.started a fightwith a man who liked bright eyesbecause he was a cheat.nearly followed another home,when he kisse..
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i saidas i always do"i don't want to go home."which might have ledto being ploughed in twoin a student's back room.as the watcherslooked onand we list..
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