Christine
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tiny glassesA Poem by ChristineI. I'm doing the things they used to do for me when I was little; I never knew there would come a day when .. |
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the wind criesA Poem by Christinethe wind cackles at the homeless you can hear it from inside where you're high and warm and not out there .. |
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InstitutionalizedA Poem by ChristineWe took his shoe lacesWe do it for all of themYou can neverbe too surewho they may tryto stranglethese unpredictable savageswith their twisted thought.. |
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bed wetterA Poem by Christineshe saw snakeson her bedroom wallsslithering slobspuking shadowsall over the floors;when you wake upcovered in urine,ask your fathertoslaughter them;s.. |
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Made in AmericaA Poem by Christinethey made it in sweatshops overseas they made it with bloody knuckles they made it in between two slices of bread they made it in coffee pots.. |
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sit on your potential until it hatchesA Poem by Christinecocoon your nightmaresuntil they becomebutterflies;knead your wishesinto doughuntil they rise;get a dead end job;be good at itdo drugs;escape yourself.. |
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where insects go to dieA Poem by Christinehe said I'd end up just like her smoking cigarettes and sipping coffee alone. but I keep company with all the winged crea.. |
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make my fingers dance a littleA Poem by Christinethey all bore me their inept fumbling just to get through the days they getmanicures when no one holds their hands; w.. |
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on following the moon on long rides home (where ev..A Poem by Christineit goes wherever you go; STALKER comes to mind; they always told you to lead, never follow. .. |
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inflationA Poem by Christinedo not make the mistaketo think we are talkingabout money; the worstinstances originate withinthe ego: inflated so lar.. |
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