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every wish
every whisper
every flush of my cheeks
are but reflections of you
of your love for me
of your sacrifice to save the life i do not hold..
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How many faces do Isee when I think of you? A snow shower of you, smiles, green eyes, soft hair, light and dry, cool and cumbersome like chilled white..
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I am not your friend. I will live to watch the end of you, to see you feel sorrow and squeeze tears of blood from your eyes. I am not your friend. I w..
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I was not born yet when Pete Seeger wrote his songs
and gave us folk with his banjo and his smile
I was not born when 'red' meant more than color
a..
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I had a friend I haven't seen for 3 years
She walked with no shoes
She cried with no tears
She left me a smoke pipe, a book, and a song
Then turne..
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regional inclement weather delayed my arrival at a diner
3:00AM...i fastened myself to a booth, picked up a napkin i made dirty with lipstick
i kiss..
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when i was young, my Aunt Nadia told me to live happy
to dance on Saturdays til 3am
& go home with men that you may or may not love
but were fu..
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why can't i write like writers do
full of ballyhoo & hip hop
slamming to a beat
teaching a song
right or wrong, it's the rhythmn
that catches..
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straight up with a twist
The Players Theater
in an Indian hole
in a red brick wall
Bollywood on the radio
curry & chicken & bread
in t..
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i slept with a woman on a wooden floor
in a room dark and viscous
with a scent my mother ran from as a nun
i was brainwashed to be a good Christian..
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