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I wanted to stay, although it may have been in a lazy sort of half-hearted way... Putting on shoes beneath the garish light, I wipe the sleep from my ..
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The transcendence of this earthly plane,
language for such one cannot name,
but feel inside with deeper mind,
a struggle of a different k..
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if my eyes were dark
and brooding
with lush, long lashes
encircling deep brown pools,
I would never wear mascara.
if my lips were t..
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I spoke to a sixteen year old boy today, all excited abouta girl.
"She is beautiful inside and out," he says,
And I remember.
Running through ..
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You leave traces of sin down the side of my neck,
approaching the collarbone
like footprints.
Though they are lips-
your lips, those falte..
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Sometimes ghosts appear in unexpected places
and leave me to tears.
They visit on their own terms-
perhaps they are invoked by more tha..
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Lie down with me tonight
In this casket made of glass
I want to be your
Annabel Lee
This love
This love
I want to hold
I want to breathe ag..
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A photograph
of us
at your grandparent's house
in summer
in Sun City Center,
near Tampa.
Smiling.
Me in a white sweater.
We're..
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Coffee in the early morning
reminds me of the coast of Maine.
The small hotel, the salty sting
of crashing waves against the rocks,
where ..
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To say learned would be in error- rather, reacquainted with something too familiar- too close, thatI just barely recognized. I had forgotten my great ..
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