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he found it out,
and i saw a tightening
at the side of his mouth.
which gradually eased into,
you smell so
just like vanilla.
and he clasped my ..
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i am,
not know who i am.
i spent a summer curled up inside you,
foetal,
hiding from the sun and the sky.
taking my breath when you breathed,
tak..
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dance dance
drunk, dead.
they asked us to leave
because she sat down on the floor.
and i helped you up.
then in my heart i thought
i could find..
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he smiles,
some bashful praise.
and i find
i like this way
of making a wage.
shuffle closer to me,
kitchen friend
and let these long arms of yo..
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we think
in twenty years time,
sad and balding,
will i love you and hold you?
maybe we'll divorce at thirty-two.
maybe we'll argue,
who gets the..
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stupid trite rhyme
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if the winter comes,
i have my own winter coat.
no oversized men's concoction but--
tapered in at the waist,
with sleeves that bell out
like my p..
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fluid dreamscape
and captive lost memory,
seducing me from the ordinary.
here,
i fancy i can taste the salt on your lips.
that heady chastisement..
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my parents ballroom dance along the tiles,
falling against each other,
consumed with laughs and smiles.
and he can do no wrong.
leaves four bikes ..
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i make paper cranes that balance on top of refridgerators,
and he dropped one into the abyss.
later, balancing on a chair
(where did you get that c..
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