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Kurt was a flash flood
that sputtered out fast.
Half Vonnegut,
Half Cobain,
He wrote sonnets to mourn for better pasts
and hosed hi..
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You’re the Hobbes to my Calvin.
Because we adventure through the mystic woodswith backpacks full of dreams and grilled cheese
and ..
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I threw black holes into your eyes
to try to make your blinks last forever,
but your pupils swallowed them without difficulty.
Your g..
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Grass blades licked our feet
underneath the lemon tree.
The purple powder of sky,
blown from the old workbench
like sawdust.
You ..
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Your eyes are falling bricks,
water-ballooning into white doves before hitting the ground,
Twittering through ear canals,
inverting my heart into s..
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for the albatrosses of Midway Atoll
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For the man I never met.
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the downtrodden in berkeley and everywhere
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my love, my city, my friend.A place whose heart I cannot encase or even hope to.You, whose streets are visceral shifts churning in liqui..
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She made pancakes really badly, but she thought they were amazing. When she made them she crinkled her mouth into origami. Tiny wrinkles. Creas..
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