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Neat, neat.you thought everythingwould be neat.every detail,every move,every thingwas coolly calculated.But I found the snagin the wool.He rests on a ..
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I don't handle.I don't cope.I bolt.People protest: 'It only makesyour void biggerand darker'but---A few pennies moreand I would be inthe sun. It would..
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There.Do you see that there?The small wolf by thejagged cliff.The booming clouds overhead,unsettling, like they couldswallow you andsnag you up into t..
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Smooth, brown,soft like honey.Quietly beautiful, like anold gem beneath the quiltsand Pyrex in an antique shop.I had to point you out to someone.They ..
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When you tell me you love mea spider crawls around inside of meA brick hits me in my chestI inhale doubt, andmy mind begins to swim in questionsYou ma..
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There's a ghost of me.she runs, and runs"wait come back,wait come back"a luster, a sparkle,a burning yellow.She's everything I'd wish forand illuminat..
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the room burneda delicate, crimsonflame.i could tell you hadbeen in herebefore.your dark, magnetic,cruel, lovely ghostmade its wayto my core.it seemed..
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Ismail lies still
on the dirty ground
The guns were shrill
Now he hears no sound
The scent sickens
and swells in the air
His face is stricken
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Jealousy creeps in
and brings along with it
the Others.
The ever mild Annoyance
and Uncertainty grow within me;
they converse and chatter
in m..
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He can play me a tune.
He can take me to
Pensacola in the middle of June;
He can sing at the top of his lungs
til every song in the world has been..
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