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How strange that someone's face in a photograph can knock the air completely from my lungs He always did leave me writhing on the floor a fis..

I wonder when the wedding is -- as if I have a right It's not me who will be standing by his side dress of white smiling It's not my ring..

You resurrect my heart like Easter Sunday and I don't know what to do with the newfound drumming in my chest We do our best to hide as if the ..

I want to tell her that every time it rains in the summer I still think of her -- Those violent thunderclaps remind me of her for eternity wrapp..

There is a single red rose growing next to his door step and half of me considers this to be a sign as I sigh and gather myself for this whirlwind..

He said it would be better if he had never met me and wonders why I take offense - We are all just children masquerading in these grown bodies..

Our torrid love - Violent not with hatred But with the ferocious grace Of a leopard's kill Or of the ocean In the midst of a whirlpool - Has now..

Look out your left eye Then look out your right Different views contained within us The universe inside Galaxies of synapses Comets of endorphins..

The words get stuck Caught in my throat The way the pool water will When it goes down the wrong pipe And it burns. Love is not the breath of air ..

I called and she answered, Laughing Asking, sorry, who is this? Like the sound of my voice Wasn't a constant sound Every day Ten years ago. The..