your windows are the hosts
of many tricks.
they look solid
in company
and start to twist
when you're about
to turn your head.
you'll never know
if it's happening
or not.
these are the things
that stir up the insides
of your head:
neighbors who paint their house black
everytime a deer
is found dead
and leaves that lay on branches
and don't get swept off
by the wind.
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whoaa. favorite. :]
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subtle, cerebral.
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yes, definitely striking and so your own, i'm glad you found your voice lisa and am pissed it took me so long to read this. that ending...................fuck yeah
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lol i'm glad that you like it jp
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is this about me? because it fits too well to be anything else
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we should really talk more
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i agree completely
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the last stanza is so amazing. the best thing you've written, i think.
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