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i used to know a girl,
she wears eight inches of blusher on her cheeks.
or at least
enough to turn them bright pink.
but i like them pale.
i spen..
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no, that wasn't a dream, it actually happened.
oh.
but only after.
well i believe in the world,
not the world as in guadeloupe, or america.
y..
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[i]the meaning of self-pity is generally assumed to be
a lament upon one's state-
what would the phrase be for instead
finding oneself pitiful?[/i]..
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the sun didn't rise,
the sky remained a grey
and my heart still beats nervously,
i've only a few pounds to my name.
but i have sketchbooks
and i ..
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when i've had a drink,
i see you in a different light.
face more precious perhaps
and you adopt
a different tone of voice
like you can't control ..
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i'm probably still drunk
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in the cold november air.
i make parodies of birds,
fashioned from dirty cardboard and clutching
my own curling hair.
then the man took the mone..
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crap
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in the city,
nobody here knows me.
they can't complain when i walk back in the dark,
past seven p.m.
slipping down side-streets
and watching the ..
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companion piece
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