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The rain washes prayersfrom her shivering, lilac lipsas the dirt muds up around her feet.The ink from his letter swimslike watery ribbon from the page..
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The sun has left my skin,soaked into oak leavesand now I'm a soft sighof chai steam, dressedin a pencil skirt and blouse,walking to work.My black ball..
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Her beauty outweighed the moon
she often dreamed of
and her favorite shade was pure white
despite her absence of sympathy.
She..
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It's the age of fast foodand protected sex.We wear the skin of young stars and flauntour mundane lives as ifthey were universes,thinking someone, God ..
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I don't want your heart--it's covered in old algae andleftover oyster shells,cracked open and empty.I want your vocal chordsand tongue! The tightspace..
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There lies the tip,dark and feathered--morose and gangrened,just below your Hell-carved tongue.Its sinews are drapedwith blackened flamesthat burn and..
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The sun is almost empty.The last of its honey-lightslowly drips into the linear crackin-between lake and sky.The embers in my heartthat keep me alivea..
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There is no salt in my tearsbecause I was bornbeneath the moon in August freshwaterto a woman with hair as goldas the burning innards of stars.Two lon..
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all the fingers on the hand
are talking nonsensical
about puppets and whales
and whether i really is before e,
except if you're seaweed
becau..
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If I am there,
against the glass--
on the other side of
the crooked mirror on the wall
(crooked because I hung it myself),
then who is her..
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