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She stood with stripes of sunlight painting her body from
the cracks in the blinds. Her expression was that of anguish and I recognized
it as her re..
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I don't want to be a word; an adjective, nor a comma.I don't want a hyphen at the end of my sentence.The lazy, blue-white gradient of the sky is what ..
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Sky-high eyebrows and neon lights.
You can’t see the rain through a painted window.
No one ever asks you if you can, anyway. They assume..
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In the times of bloodshed and fear, what am I?
I say my eyes are dry, my legs are strong, and that I’m
always looking towards the horizon.
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I never wet the bed.
So I pushed it down, down,
down.
I was always well-behaved.
So I pushed it down even further.
My cat scratched at t..
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I could talk at a million miles per hour.
But my words eventually slowed.
The wind blew too fast, and the trees were too gray.
I knew I was c..
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I need you.
I need to feel your skin-hot with naked lust as you quiver
for my touch.
To see the birth of a galaxy within your sleepy eyes.
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She shares the sting of each teardrop and smothers with
questions.
Why am I any better? I don’t know how to answer that.
I shared with yo..
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My grandmother’s garden grew wild
Within the confines of her chain-link fence.
She would plant, but never weed.
Grow; but never harvest..
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You’re going away now.
The days when I was reduced to a crying lump of
a person on my bedroom floor flood back into my brain. When I waved m..
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