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re-worked from Wallace Stevens' "The Idea of Order at Key West"
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rain
and wind and parking meters,
traffic
and city and the other drivers,
you
and me and our cloth jackets,
puddles
and trash and the pr..
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To me, this pooling blood is emptyAnd nothing ties you to me,Strings and webs winding,As it turns out,No contract is binding.And I'm floating you gent..
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i wrote the words
like i was sure
because i knew something,
i knew who you were.
but i am a liar,
a fool and fake.
i know i knew nothing;
i m..
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i wrote a letter.
i thought that i SHOULD,
but it fell a p a r t.
it was just that
MUSHY.
i put a heart
cuz, F**K, baby,
i loOove you SO MUCH..
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the way the light
used to break
just right,
it reminded me of you.
now my useless hands,
my congested head,
are nothing left
to aspire to.
..
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we're not brave,
we're animals.
our shadows lick the cave.
our rabid eyes,
and rapid breath,
our unsure, our ready highs.
it's not goodness
..
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i like to get dirty
when i am clean.
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i named your disinterest my enemy;
turns out it was fear
pinning me down,
tying me here,
keeping me quiet,
serving me beer.
if i could grow ti..
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i've tried to understand why i feel the way i do.
i think it's got something to do with you being you.
how you mumble like an old man, and
the wa..
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