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two of nine half-completed job applications in a stackon a battered yellow folder with faded,undistinguishedwords upon it,coffee stained table with cr..
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i am a cry for help. i exist that way for i've no other way to exist.there'ssomethingabout screaming silently that is just so calming.it makes bones r..
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shackles ofplant-life,wound around and into her being,keeping her where she was,safe and free from decision,they kept her where they wanted her,at hom..
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sadistic smilesstretched too tighton fragile faces.leering overbed frameswhere innocentvictims are sleepingsoundly.so obvious, is sleep.and they watch..
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laughing, smiling,she plops onto his lap,eskimo kisses himand wraps her big fluffy scarf around his neck.he shifts her,grimacing,then returns her fadi..
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"people should fall in love with their eyes closed"well, AndyWarhol, i think that's wonderful and allbut i have just a few complaints,how am i suppose..
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grease marks the floor,dust, the walls,neglect drapes everything like a thick blanket,disuse has warped the wood,more than years of scuffling feet eve..
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i wouldn't call it love,not just yet,i wouldn't whisper of it at allfor fear of wrecking whatever it isthat this is.i don't want to lose this,i'd say ..
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shattered limbs andappendages,digging trenches into cracked andsun-bakeddirt.they told you there was treasure here,but the search has only caused you ..
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