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Until the incident
The day
Had been going well,
And uneventful.
The incident being:
I was playing her song
To someone
Not her.
She left,
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the birds have stopped flying.
the voices
are
quiet.
this is what i’ve asked
begged
pleaded for.
a woman,
who lov..
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a nasty habit.
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howdy.
im at work, and there isnt much going on, so i thought i'd write you.
it's been too long, and ive been too down. you see.
these things take ..
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i have not yet
given
up
i have my own caged bluebird.
i have my own hiding places
i have my own sun
to be angry
at.
the hawk is hurt,
tho..
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There’s something about diners. Some all-american quality inborn, that we all silently consent to. The same food, the same coffee, the same pi..
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cynical. cold. spiteful. bitter. with, just a teaspoon, of cayenne.
an old piece found in an old notebook, revised. (move your bed occasionally, it..
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The old man was dead when they brought him in.
I was smoking a cigarette with one of the x-ray techs, Tim, when the bus brought him in. People seem..
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we’re waiting to see
who’s going to f**k up
first.
who’s going
to give
who
the go ahead.
thinkin bout the dark days,
..
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we all know the Combine.
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