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i waited for spring,counted the dayson my fingersand toes.it's february.it's still cold.in that place,we walked over the shaletwisting our ankles in o..
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i fell in love at age fifteen,and broke my mother's heart.nobody loves like that anymore.i think i knew even then--broken peoplebelong to one another...
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last nighti saw the flash of their faces,and flailing bodies.watched us aswe threw out our calvesin camaraderie.he introduced himself,without a name.w..
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it starts,like it does every year.staying in bedand unable to summon tears.drink in the houseget really thin(or fat)depending on the state you're in.g..
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caged,in the communal studio,with the white white walls.forced,to stareinto purple-shadowed eyesand duplicate in charcoal.dafydd paints apples,rotting..
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i had rootsthat pushed through my scalp.and sweatthat pushed through my palms.i had wordsbut no verbal charm.i was quiet then,and could project my dre..
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i woke upface downin last night's mess.demons clawing at my hair,leaving invisible kiss traceson my skinand scratched-up wrists.i met a boywith a rumn..
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i lost my voicesinging in the church choir.and replacing Godwith any other word.praying to fall in lovewith corruption.he lost me to such a one.i coul..
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i used to wishi could live in dungarees.lock myself awayand paint away the days.and if you didn't care,you could find the paint in my hair.and you'd w..
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the rain fell down,and coaxed a soundfrom me.i let my umbrella foldfell victimto the cold.it seemsbetrayal these daysis mingled with pity.there's a gi..
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