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seemed vaguely familiar
with smells and objects d'art,
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she won't go to rehab
because she hates the taste,
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I am bone weary
with sockets containing
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living inside skinless days,
the bones exposed to the sun,
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never conforming
to righteous paths,
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without wings
I am just human
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Have you noticed how grass grows;
the tiny creases, lines and cracks.
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she sharpened her tongue
with young skin, stretched;
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nub of world, transparent
and I look at its beauty
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you wrap me in
choux pastry, nestled
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ache of silence
as the swallow left
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you gave me notebooks
full of fantasies,
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harbor lights send ships
safely away from the shore,
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life is balanced,
precariously living
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semblance of summer cream
flowing from a salad sun,
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blank spoken words
losing vowels
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feet of clay
set in stone
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I pay the tolls for the silence,
waiting for the sounds; sirens wail
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salvation is not for
the ordinary of men
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Usurper of river flowing,
it is my blood; veins
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there is no doubt,
amongst the shadowed moments
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shady mouths
crave custard
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friends tell
they have never seen me
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casual day of honey,
his smell lingering like bees
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I am not the pedestal
for all you desire,
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he is my wild frontier,
with deep set eyes
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he was dusted in ways
the summer wind came,
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safe inside with you
on days that make rain
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leaves are cheated on
for a single drop of rain,
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