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i cultivate pure veins--
monitoring their shy growth
where they peek through my skin.
but i cannot shine, only dimly aware
of your arms, your voic..
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i paraphrase, so she says;
'i'd rather not be you
i'd rather not delve
where places get too dark'
and i laughed,
because she finally knows.
but ..
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absolution in the form detested
prone at the altar of the past
girl ever faithful
where the faithless used to tread.
i cannot see your saviour
..
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Slow down with the glass, don't drive your fingers through your skull.
Cease pulling strands of hair so short, they hardly seem yours
So little feel..
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i made a promise, once
through verse not my own.
to filter the distress through lines.
but you swing back and forth,
like a pendulum, so i despair..
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The day was fresh,
no stains to mar it
no blood, ink, or tears.
My limbs were loose
the ache of my ribs
ceased in the breeze.
I shrugged on a ja..
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when it is late,
and the phone still rings
i stare into cherry glass
and dissolve into its contents.
because one night i let you
place me betwee..
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red lights and bare bodies
feminine, compressed fat.
elegant streets transformed.
and, well, i say f**k it
our minds aren't here at all.
so swall..
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[i]to you, from amsterdam[/i]
can you see, that i see
your breaches of truth
your unreliable heart's song?
to change in a space, a country.
i..
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they wish their loves were here
i think--
mine is here but not at all.
don't drag this pity from me
lest my tears fall on foreign soil.
flash of ..
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