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i don't want to
write about anything
other than your lips
and the way i watch them
when you sing (they
are after all, my darling dear,
the..
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let me touch your
voice when it isn't silent;let not the mute of
your written words define your love,push pass and give
me the sound of your heart,..
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she rolled her perfunctory chocolate eyes,balanced her jaw on her pristine porcelain palm,inspected her nails while remaining calm,lavish lips lightly..
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two divorced by space absolutely devoid of anything,their parallel quiddity noticed by the eternal cosmic mind,their oscillating harmonies opposing me..
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when they were drunk they arguedegos in worthless competing tiradesand tantrums until it was normal.and one christmas eve driving homefrom the partyan..
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her fingers love me most barely seeking meclosely follow i across my clavicles her fingernails continuethe night passes the window outsidei am a surre..
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a tribute to merle haggard
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there are snow flakes whirling under the street lightsdancing up against her window before they take flightshe's perched in the sill and reeling in pe..
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her hair, still wet from an afternoon showerslick and black and kinky-curlythought best grab lunch in a hurrybefore the snow cameand the lights went o..
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searching boxes of albums for a traceof scenes I was blessed with as a childto regain what time had taken and replaceguilt with the mem'ry I'd lost of..
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