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when the clouds become ussome people cry blue rainbowsinto the dead of night,and their rock hard pillowssubstantiate the pain of liferain and tears no..
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departures and arrivalsdays ago,you were years youngeryou engineered the train with deft hands and logiccarrying dependent passengersto destinations o..
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these broncos don't ride interstatesmamma'slittle cowboysgrow up to fall off saddlesbut the insane ones get back on the horseand buck their way to the..
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rodent ramblers, life's gamblersold stage ratsgnawing on tunesthe rebellious separate from the packmaking melodies in the sugar shackof harmony,spirit..
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moment
you
offered your virginity
in a heavy breath,
i turned up the radio,
and had a smoke,
inhaling the virtues
tha..
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hyphens and moon dances
finally
happened,
the inevitable
last night,
the muse and i broke up,
but then we talked
one ..
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notation
woke up
after a night of you
there was an impression
on the other pillow
i had the
impression
i had really fel..
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growing up
on the
rock ledge,
outside your house on a
quiet street
muffled laughter
inflected words,
infected spirits,
i..
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did we ever really open that bottle?
curvature
of the spine
we were fine wine
a toast to adolescent
acquiescence
crackers ..
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inner city sweetheart
neon
burns into her soul
gravity walks her body's
streets
a bulb flickers out,
LOVE loses a lett..
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