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How did you get to be here cherry blossoms sparkling white and pink on those thin finger branches delicate reach for the morning sun; But ..

He used to get high in those little houses that lean out over Pacific Street, but first he had to learn the lingo the handshakes, the head no..

Loneliness lays her finger on the nape of my neck and the chill seeps in from there she opens the book of photographs, set upon my lap, ..

Jesus it’s everywhere inside himthat final fire that has been liteating his organs in a blazelicking at his marrow, his veinshis heart the ultim..

The General had stood in this spot and reached those long oak toes down churning into the earth he stood his ground over this field, they ..

I hardly ever think of you anymore when once you were all I had; we were never comfortable with one another I didn’t appreciate your st..

The nest was just this little brown stain on the green of my manicured lawn it had blown out of the cottonwood that old son of a b***h that l..

Be hesitant let it come to you like a lover for f**k’s sake let it shed its clothes, this time; when you reach it slide..

Nothing ever flies within this walled garden though they try and convince you you’ve grown wings nothing ever sings or dances within this ..

Go ahead and rage at me, sir but if you’re gonna ride my a*s like that I wish you’d at least give my hair a little tug then ..