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We set out to kill the Great Lakeswith cherry bombs and sugar beets,but fell in love with salted sandthat burns the apple blossom's feetwith cherry bo..
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for the boy I knew once who held griefclose to his chestin a fetal bundlea friend found in grief,his imaginary friend who lives to this dayin the mirr..
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a haze hangs on these lips like mefast to glass with silver tonguemelted on the interstatewho knew brass could laugh at me?
so that's why I never ret..
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This isn't quite where I want it yet
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Headfirst into breath, I camescreaming with a feverand raised fists of fingers
only matched by my brand newwriggly toes. Doctor wrotea prescription ..
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I started from scratch
carving machines
out of a wild place, with wolves
knocking at the gates and boars
as large as trucks, in hoards, restlessly..
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your hair still grows through all your disdainyour ankles, exposed, you're expecting the rainbut it will forever be overcastso you throw away all the ..
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okay this is weird, I know. but it's so fun to read aloud!
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The sea and wind gave birth
to a beautiful baby girl
a fragile thing, a wail
like a mew; Amelia, she was
named as she skipped
rocks acr..
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As I wax and wane with youyour tender kiss will pull me throughthe darkened skyand I, the moonfind your embraceboth full and new
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