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I have become invisible,two dimensionalfaded wallpaperin the alcove of the room.Camouflaged breath,heartbeat slowedto dormancy,absent reflection in th..
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We dance this dance,a sort of clumsy waltztwo steps forward and one to the side.It makes for slow progressbut we press onbecause we know it is taking ..
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Our
house bled noise,
thrummed
with sound,
like
a boom box at full volume.
The
very f..
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I dreamed that I awoke.
but it was merely
a slight of my
imagination,
a trickery that allowed
me
to continue unhindered
through the..
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I need to speak to you
but I don't know how,
words cannot travel
across this last
divide.
How cheated I feel
by this restraint,
this communi..
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childrens poem
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Play Hop-scotch!that awkward game of chance.Throw your stoneand see where it might land,find yourselfbalanced on Flamingo legs,or if luckyon stable, s..
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They searched for her,
not knowing
that she had melted
and slipped silently
through
the cracks in the
floorboard,
where she lay listening
to..
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Finger painting with
yellow paint,
thickly laid and the
quaint
way we inked in eyes
to make chicks,
that, with etched feet,
wandered drunkenl..
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for magic in aline contest
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