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Something I was inspired with after a fight with my father.
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sometimes if you squint, things lookbetterpossibly clearer, and that may be why love is blindwhy it curls your vision and twists a trick of your pupil..
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sing me a lullaby, my heartopen your heart, lungsbeat to inhalehold the air i drinkpinched thighs, firmand wide rest upon the hardened chair, feetyou'..
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BARCODES
I met this girl who goes by the name Barcode
she is pale,
and wears her hair in dark snappy fringe
much like a frantic piano t..
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When we were little, we all
watched a fistful of movies
about sex Disney
satanworship and skating
on threaded ice in the shape
of a penis cro..
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While
at work
an old woman bickers;
rich people talk here, the language
of the dumb, numb in slang known
only to a tiled civilization
I look a..
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* * * * *It's nearing 9 p.m. Even inside the comfort of a room with curtains of lace drawing the windows closed, it was known that the sky was a dust..
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on
two legs to two stilts from
two hands coated; dripped
with
the inspiration of the unknown
known, may be,
if the canvas were still alive
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there was a party at the castle
groove lights on gold walls, the mahogany
danced with us, we spun
like tipsy carousels on a cream gla..
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