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All things eventually get inand nature encroaches no matter how secure our houses,with doors and windows locked,that no man breaches,but nature tears ..
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it’s the killing timethat kills itthe minuteswastedthe hours untastedtwenty four from yesterday’s already goneand eatenon a tastelesspalet..
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Come, and I will pull a chair into the middle of the kitchenSit, and I will straddle you and no, this is not a lap danceThis, is a mind meldThough, fo..
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oh, when will you come down out of your orbitand stop encircling me?put away your toothbrushcome down here on this bedkiss mewhen will you stop standi..
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I grew out of this gray -and those were the words that came to meas I passed over this bridge,the bridge that carries me hometo my birthplace,and toda..
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Prayer
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One after anothershe picks them up,a clothespin between her teeth,and strings them along -the lineA line he knowshe can’t walkAnd Johnny singswh..
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I am the girl that shuffles quietly aboutthe housein my slippersa part of me, my fatherthe other part, my motherthough, of neither do I identifymy fat..
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Prompt from November/Write a Poem a Day: http://bit.ly/eYJYpA
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Run a hot bath for me,Watch, as I undress - I don’t careEverything, as it falls away and everything, as it hits floorfor I am hereCome sit with ..
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