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in the morning,primrose woke.made long, languorous lovewith her eyes tightly closed.thought,i am happyand went back to sleep.ate breakfastand under th..
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the day that the rain came,i got lost in my own city.stood huddledragged, drooping feathersunder the safety ofa stranger's roof.sid,you poked holes in..
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love,you bring me to tears.the camera flashesand i'm pressed up against your ribcage.stricken--this, youwe're out in the street.you're loving me,like ..
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the dayshe travelled farand packed all her casesfor the big cityto see her loveri spentas a sycophantfor the siren of the west coast.got bruised,burne..
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coffee bean,waking before the birds.time to shiftto your carin the cold, coldcondensationsix,wake me at four,don't open your eyes.'cause the sun hasn'..
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she,the centre of the universefor the sad and lonely.with her magneticgravity.we hang in her lifelike stars.and just becauseshe is not minei do not be..
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this summer will not be the memoryof melancholy.drifting through the roomsof a boxed-in houseeating cereal that tasteslike the council house kitchenin..
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i know a girlwho makes the planets rotate.the kind of girl, stay-up-all-night-talking, holding hands, wish i'd never met you, earth-shaking girl. and ..
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kundera wrote that the dreamer is a person who is acting, going through the motions of every day with the unconscious knowledge that something or some..
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i see usin the months of maybe.and in the car wreckon the highwaywhere they hung bannerssayinghappy birthday, baby.the places where the boys runin the..
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