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Sometimes I am surprised to gaze
at my reflection and find that
my skin is not purple,
or blue,
or green. Sometimes I am surprised
to find two ar..
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They are everywhere:
creeping down streets,
weaving through crowds.
Tell me, how
did you get to be this way? Lost
to the masses,
frozen,
thawed..
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Bend, bend, push
off the ground. My feet
disengage from the Earth, into the air, and then
I’m
d
o
w
n,
plunging toward the blue. My to..
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Cut into my soul;
pierce my affection with blades.
Watch as desire drips from my veins,
staining white sheets,
draining sensations.
Cut into my..
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Where did the words come from? I knowwhoever is responsible meant for something more,but now the words have lost all meaning. Ifonly the rain could wa..
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Those who wander the mazes of fate
linger perpetually in an abyss,
seeking a completion lost in itself.
One can never be that never was.
Should ..
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I want a pack of cigarettes.
I want to breathe in the toxins we were warned about
as children in health class. I want to feel
the nicotine handcuff..
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Switching handbags is quite a job.
I’m always surprised
by what I find at the bottom:
dirt, gum wrappers,
failed attempts at polaroid pictur..
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The wind carries songs of a million souls:
free for all to catch, until they turn to ice.
But earmuffs shield those who fear a chill;
as the cold g..
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A flower, but not a rose;
a beauty, but not in the field
where she grows.
Respected for all she's achieved,
but not for all that she sees.
Well-k..
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