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i crouched and hid my legs,under the weight of my chest,my heart thawed, slid outthe fine fissures of loveand dropped into the sky farand wide before ..
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some days, i crawl outof the house, pleading sanityon a street that circlesin my head to a scrawlof a face asking who i am,but the world doesn't answe..
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there is a street in the city,where you take your loverby the hand when you feel alone,where a girl ruins her dressby the pond, and a boy feels warm,w..
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is it too much to say, the sky, the moon - that i hold my breath because of you,i feel its cold color on my skin,the rain is on its way upon the dry l..
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our bodies unfurl,each petaled flesh holdingto a secret source of life,the hand loosens on your cheeks,and touches there, the echoof your heart's corn..
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we come before the bells,the perfect flower disarrayon the carpet and the glassand stones of chandeliershurt our eyes that seeus, fools for eternityth..
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i can't remember this,since you left and tookall the wind and flowersupon the grass laid low,a stretch of emptinessthat peaks on a mountaina breath sh..
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my eyes are my own sky,as the trees of Octobercloud into black anonymity,these clumps of memories,etched with a pagan's fingeracross the face of the m..
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there blooms in my mind,over the deep-lined horizona metastatic purple frame of your face, you're all i see, and i'm blindto all the bright pain and s..
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the way of the worldcatches like a breath of forty years down my throat when i first saw the rain,mid-fall from the sky,blistering your presenceon my ..
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