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Given the choice between a voice and reason,I would rather lay here in this field of lethargic dreams, nostalgic and crestfallen. Won't you lie with m..
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Tick, tock, goes the warden's songAs the singer turns to bow, I will not dance in time to this, "If only I knew how."The player turns as if to sayWe w..
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Standing on this waterfront lot,I am in heaven, both above and below.I am seashells in the mud, and hyacinths to rot,Both above and below.Stepping int..
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I'd run errands and text-work for pushers in labcoats,But running for my prom queen tastes just as sweet.Wide-eyed, in a flashing sweat,While running ..
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I close my eyes, and look to the treesI close my eyes toBreathe.A thousand visions and revisions,fly past my sewn eyes.Eyes that would not,Could notSe..
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Little Johnny wept asHis hands clasped the brokenWhite toilet seat which hasShattered under the pressure.Mommy held him, mommyHeld him close to her re..
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"Holy Mary, mother of God."The halogen flickered asHe stood, clutching a rodOf steel and plastic.The bathroom tiles--porcelain and glass--squeaked as ..
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Red light in the windshield, shining off the dashboard.85 miles an hour, 10 mile an hour crosswinds. Tiny glittering shards of ice, snow!- blowing.A w..
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He chose to sit outside,Cuban in one hand, mojito in the other.His eyes scanned the treeline,Giant black marbles for eyes.A songbird darted past his f..
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Cigarette in hand, scotch on the rocks in the other.Ceramic knife on the countertop. Lemons freshly cut, squeezed over the tracklines, rabbitholes in ..
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