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bird of paradise,
purple iris
and roses, white as death.
death disguised as flowers,
weightless scents, secret
the room like
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pamela suffers
fools who cannot help
to love her,
never to betray
her curse of care and
generosity,
and ability to inspire
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you were
not the first
who tried,
with love pretended,
to
kill me…
but,
you were
the best…
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i walked to
where the
lighthouse stood
against a
cold november sky,
grey water
currents
pulling thoughts to sea…
i
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written 2003 - posted becauseJacob reminded me of this
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they're selling yellow plastic flowers in the subway and the liquor store,it must be april.usually i only wear red - usually only in november.i pricke..
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there are birdssinging outside my window this morningit's my birthdayyou'd thinkthey'd get the song right...
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i walked into a sunsetlike a beggarto a bakereygive me yesterdayi need another chanceeven bagels get a do-over
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thought i'd try writing something straight online
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i'm listening to astral weeksvan morrisonit's been over twenty yearssince last heardit's been over twenty yearscan you say that about anything...somet..
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