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We sung ourselves up from toothlessnights, the maniacal giggling, crimsonstill twisting down your gumsas you hold out a baby tooth, and isn’tgro..
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I am the blunt instrument of my hallowed chestthe eve of a dawn that seeks to deathI know no more than blackness doesand for this I wail, I weepthe ec..
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I saw my heart in your eyes,
My slivered self setting like the sun,
And it gave me great pain because
I saw what it was to be a day
I..
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There is a dying thing in our hands,why do you pretend not to see it?I once admired you, all of youNow you sit in the kitchen holding a knife,Now you ..
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I laugh, the ground shakes,this is the power found in being happy.New worlds from his mouthflowers on my neck, in my hair,blooming into that noon suns..
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It was not always this way, the dirt was not always dirtNow everything is in its own tendrils, forgetMy mouth, a blooming sunflower, stretching open t..
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You rub my matchstick bodyas you warm your handsMy body--a spine, a shell carved openan instrument to play, I shiver under your toucha broken tree bra..
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I start off every letter to the hurtAnd tell it No.I am learning the language of Forgiveness.I turn to my mother,My softness, my light,I tell her &ldq..
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Have you known the feel of broken glass? He was the car crash down the freeway,one moment, here' a smile, a laughthe next- Shr..
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1.We buried our bones beneath the dead hedge in the front yardlook at where we arelook at how we grew up from our damaged rootsIn the spring when the ..
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