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something for my mom..
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naked yo
its the way to go
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blah blah f*****g blah
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All those voices,
sing a round,
a sing-songy round
in her head.
The gravitron refrains
of what is said,
lost in a
carnival ofthoughts.
I..
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Seeking my origin
I'm bounding in and out of puddles,
masquerading in mirrors,
pacing the abandoned tracks,
circumventing my past,
teeterin..
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She was always
Seeking the paragon
Of purity
Knowing it was preposterous.
But in her distorted mind
Intellect was
Waisting aweigh.
Nothi..
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sun glowing through
petals, affixed under
plastic
transparent and pressed,
dried and arranged
aesthetically, artfully,
posing like Christmas t..
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Seeping into me every year
as the September sun fades
seductively subtle
dancing around me,
like a shop girl,
persisting, insisting
but ..
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under the arm[our]
delicate
seething souls
roam free
pungent
and ripe
from a hollow pit
shouldering
the weight
of guilt, fea..
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Seeking translations otherwise impalpable
The surrogate satellite’s stationary spins
Stop
Cautiously clashing in colors SplashingMergingMe..
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