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This one isn't as good as soe of the others I've posted... I wrote it in a notebook at a festival last week while promoting my latest book and wanted ..
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Sly devil.I wonder if she even knewshe was flirting with me.I hope she findswhat she's looking for,even though it would be strange,not to be her favou..
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People always follow butterfliesflying past them.Maybe I would earntheir admirationif I flew past them too,pretending I'm not watching themwatch me go..
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Shoot me, throw me off a cliff,then maybe these wordswill mean something.Mame me, slice off my arms,then maybe these wordswill reach someone.Decapitat..
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Do you still think about
possibilities
the way you used to talk about tomorrows?
I always hoped I'd be one of your
possibilities,
But I'm st..
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Sitting in a small town library.
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She is survived by a single poemto remember her.The one she keptand nurturedinto maturity,long after herbloodline fadedinto schedulesand Christmas car..
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When I ask, she tells me I amthe perfect sizefor writing.Sometimes I see the worldI wish I could be bigger.When I swam the first nightin darkness,I re..
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