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you and i, we are the childrenwith promises written in our handsand wonder written in our eyesyou and i, on the side streets ofsweeping highways, wait..
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with scalpel precision,she has been undone,tied and naked on an operating table,you have her by the neck,and proximodistal, you have heranesthetized t..
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"there goes the wall",i said to myself,after all these yearsof you, trying to get to me,as your teeth sink to an apple's core
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sometimes, which is almost never,she has the exact right words to say at the righttime, after her mind has gone on and onabout the subject in its leis..
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just this once,she wants to standat the other end of the horizon,and stare at space,stare at nothing
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if she thinks she could catch him,with her wise, old eyes,she was rightshe was the grandmother,who raised him,took his rain-soaked head at only seveni..
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leaning on one of the doorpoststhe sound of curtains gentlybillowing in pure, country airyou sitting at the other endof a bench, scraping coconut meat..
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i have nothing to tell you,except: here i ami have nothing to give you,but: here i amwithout saying iti have nothing to do with youexcept here i am in..
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sometimes all there really isto the moon is its existenceand its role on sea levelsthe sun another day comingand its setting another day livedthere is..
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the height of summer,new clothes, silver-traydishes, a loving family,a caring boyfriend, they say'a dyed in the wool drug-freeaverage student'the auto..
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