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Can you tell me where to put my heart? In a fishbowl or in a coffee can, or maybe in your hand? Can you help me find a place for all these dreams, ..

2 O'clock. In the morning, 12 degrees outside, only car on the freeway, music blasting, windows rolled down, missing you. I let go of the wheel,..

As a woman hugs a coffin and weeps over her dead child, another woman marches for the right to abort her own. As a man lights a flag on fire, a bom..

My dream home is a small, single story building with four rooms and maybe a closet. In each room there will be one lamp, big lamps that fill a room..

Life is a lot like everyone says it is on the radio or the television. Life is bland and complex, full of dish soaps and deodorants and car tires ..

Lighting another cigarette and sitting back, watching the world move on before me, potential in every car, in every walk, every step taken in the s..

And so it comes so mercilessly, the chance to say goodbye, the chance to move on be free and careless, ha. Redemption is supposed to feel good t..

He said it was deja vu, looking back on you as in me, of course, and while you thought this would rhyme, I didn't neccessarily have the time, to..

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