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feather float down and settle like young love in hearts unitedsoftly sway in wafting breeze carrying in happenstance designthere go weighing lids on e..
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A smile on a cool steel breeze,Forever in the eyes of the queen.Her slow silver tongue and her lips move togetherLike children singing in Spring.My to..
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In the evening,the sky.It pales into pastel and gently darkens;Indigo seeps through the cloudsand one by one the stars reveal themselves.The brightest..
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When she sees the Milky Way for the first time,the star soaked dust of the sky,and we below nestled in the cradleof cosmic carepointing out constellat..
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forgive the punctuationi have not been well for some timebeen common, been familiarsacrificed day walks for the pretentious stare like some prostitute..
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This is not autobiographical
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Where did the end find you?Were you outside by the dumpster on a cigarette break,relaxing between the arms of your sofa and sips of white zinfandel?No..
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Do you remember the night down by the riverThe moon was full and all the trees togetherWere wondering why we had never kissedAnd honestly I wonder too..
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My skull feels like
a water truck
rounding curves
on two wheels its weight makes me lopsided,
but just as I begin
to topple
my eyes..
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When my pictures, before changed, their lines defined, their colors brightand crayons crisp and pointed roundedin the tastes of spring and autumn,my h..
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