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I can't wait,until you come back hometo cook shepherd's pieand pecan bunt cakesto knit checkered washclothson your roundabout needleto sit at your scr..
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My adolescence is ebbing,like the foaming edgesof an oceanthat I have never been toMy golden yearsconsisted of suicide attempts,fluctuating weight,and..
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It seems as if I am strolling lazilythrough stream bedsand potholesafter a Sunday drizzleRain is soaking through my socks,puddling in my shoe bottomsM..
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Moving from drugstore chapstickto lipstick napkinsfrom small-dosage cough syrupto adderall pillsfrom jelly sandalsto orthoticsfrom pediatriciansto onc..
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Loveis when your parents staredown into your cedar cribto watch your little rib cagebreathe in and outLoveis when your grandmothercarries you to the k..
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On Friday night,while out on an errand,my head burned with an urge,to which I finally gave in toI turned left,and went straight for a while,then went ..
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It never ceases to amaze methat after any word
rolls across your tongue for too longit sounds foreign
like it was never even a word at allMaybe in t..
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I couldn't keep my eyes off of youWatching your diaphragm expand underneath your skinIt felt as if when I would look awayYou would stop breathingEvent..
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Many times in my lifeI have wished to diethrow it all waykick the milking stoolswallow the bumble beesAlways out of teenage anguisha feeling of inadeq..
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YOU DIED A FEW MONTHS AGO AND I CAN STILL HEAR YOUR MONOTONE FOOTSTEPS STOPPING IN FRONT OF ME TO ASK ME IF I WANT ORANGE JUICE WITH PULP AND I CAN ST..
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