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Open my eyes to my morning.
It’s still dark and cold.
I can see my breath.
Slosh through fuel to get me
going,
throw on rub..
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Loud and obnoxious on
occasion.
Funny and caring.
Musically talented with
a bass in hand.
Joking around with all of us,
you unknow..
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Bright lights.
Pounding head.
Lights too bright to focus.
Nausea.
Acid churning in my stomach.
Curl up in pain under my soft
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Strong, disciplined ,
respective.
Slightly older than average,
but for a good reason.
Self-control, reflexive
courage.
sitting..
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I wrote this after having a fairly sophomore year involving copious amounts of alcohol.
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You’re clung to my arm, unable to walk on your own.
One foot in front of the other, turns inward, you trip.
“I-I wanna&helli..
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I wrote this while taking a capstone course involving Raymond Carver. His writing style seemed to have rubbed off a bit.
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The musical noise that emanates from the casino floor,
We rush through the upper level, looking down at the money
Changing hands across the ..
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Soft yet firm hands
caress the smooth shaft.
Gentle grip, but still
sturdy.
Fluid movements
in perfect motion
flow poetically,..
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