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There is often a story found
In a long walk.
When you go beyond,
The streets and cars,
And the disinterested looks
Of the people inside..
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You were there but hardly seen.
A shadow,
amongst other more
vibrant shadows.
I worked with you once, I remember your face,
and..
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The crumpled sheets are lit
Like leaves strewn
Over abandoned houses.
The throats are slit
As easily
As crossing guards wave an
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He had come to flee the dust that was building up in his
room, staring at his shoe tips over the last 8 hours did nothing to alleviate
it. The Casio..
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She crept up on him sudden and immediately intimate, like
one of those actor families in the picture frames. She was both syrup sweet and
staged..
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(Forgive my ego,
it is my hand and your face,
My words, through your mouth)
The knuckles on his hands had grown around his wedding r..
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It’s been a while
I’ve been holding you in.
Like a Japanese farmer
wipes the salt swept tears
Off the back of his neck.
..
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This was written 10 years ago
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this was written my last day in NY, 2007
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You are the bath salts of my infinite indiscretion,
You are the quick fuse line laid long beneath my tied down
feet.
For every creation ..
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