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You’re asking me what I want for breakfast and I’m telling youabout how when the worst thing happened, I didn’t even cry.You’r..
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You think nothing can compare to his hands,that in a few decades you’ll still wishfor the time he drove you home at dusk,one hand on the steerin..
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Do you remember the images from the poems I wrote? The way I was a deer, and you were the moon, the candy peaches, the mango strips? The way the light..
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If the sky were a girl she would be a striking one �"lips like miniature clouds, hands able toshape hurricanes. Together you swim in neon ..
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Loves comes to visit, rings the bell five times,hair drenched from night-rain.She’s dancing and singing something softand out of tune. It’..
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i don’t particularly see the point in living in this world unless i’m completely in love with it. in particular i want to be in love with ..
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I will not write another poemabout your body. How we found it.How it is not your body anymoreand has disappearedinto new purpose.There is sorrow, yes...
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For the sake of poetry,
you told me what you wanted
to do to me on a bus full of
people.You pressed your palm
in between my..
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you’re five beers deep at a partyand you’re disappointedand you don’t
know anyone but you’re fine, you’re f..
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stay gone, away from the slicedice rink and the drops of blood.do not look back inthe rear vision mirror at the smoke,and go, until the car battery go..
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