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The roses bit their
tongues,
and tasted blood without water.
They would have screamed if they
had the gallantry,
but they never would,
and neith..
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When our stomachs hurt,
it was because we filled them with
rhymes that tasted like lemon rinds,
and pocket lint that had shards of stars
in it.
W..
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We were dirtier than pigeons--
Our empties were compostable,
But we didn’t want them to
sink
into
the
earth,
we wanted them to
sink
..
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I’m having nightmares again--
I painted my face gold,
it didn’t help.
I told the trees to stop apologizing,
It..
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We can throwwhat others have thrown,but we cannot createwhat others have maimed.We can breathewhere others have gasped,but we cannot kisswhere others ..
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It was as if the absenceof birds in our poemswas the absence offlight in the world,but there were always crows,of the same fraternal feather.Can you h..
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We could hear their voices,but not their language.We could see their faces,but not their expression.We could taste their rhyme,but not their reason.We..
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Nothing you say matters if you don't speak the language,I'll go back to Seattle and forgetto speak pretentious,go to work and forget the word "coffee,..
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We were held (like this)by invisible strings tied to invisible wrists,so that when weshook,we shookthe same.Strung up like marionettes to one another'..
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I woke upand I was home,but not in a childhood sense.There was no one next to me,there was no one,but I was home.Like that time you woke up in the hos..
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