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He thought me Gretel
and I found myself without a Hansel.
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Drilling holes in a fairy head is just as easy as a cavity/now a days.
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To uncover secrets of misanthropes.
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Pickling in stale judgments and morose verdicts\ takes the edge off like a placebo.
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Our galvanic movements create a vapid duct as our electric field grows.
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Smokeless power and Nitroglycerin cake the air,/ making it addictive and oily.
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I want to have Galilean Satellites, a mutual need.
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May leave marks and can be harmful to some materials. Always check on unseen place first.
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To someone who is more than special
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There’s a callous voice inside my head, it’s not yours. It’s repetitive and convincing.What scares me the most is that it’ll stop.
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If taken out of context everything is ugly.
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My lips are still tightly stapled. /And I hate that it never even crossed my mind to remove them.
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This thing it burns the rancorous thread that stitches my teeth together.
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Their indiscreet stares did not incise my pallid flesh,
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Cinnamon hues in my hair forms a netting around the
sun. Snagging the light, burying the riling rays,
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I wonder, quietly and quite infrequently, if could reach through myself. As you did. Reaching without
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At the horizon there's a bee
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Dangle stars in front of my eyes
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In allowing insanity to take a rest, I gaze at corners
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I am allowing myself sanity again.
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You, staggered alyssums, that lay in wakes
across the olive knoll, remain lodged in loam,
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Each of its four letters hangs from lips
as if they too were invested, and would/ flinch
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Swaying to reiterate their humble goodbye to the land and to mark their return on the vivid thistle horizon.
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Centered on a dusty road is a muddy
puddle. The crusty withered water,
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There is no place for my spheres on your mantel, nor my rafts in your tub.
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I cry out of one eye when it hurts
the most. The petals flow, turning
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I was just a stepping stone for you.
The lily pad, of a fool,
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If this were my dying breathe
and with it my life were taken
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I don’t lurk in the shadows, or
appease to the parallel masses
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I turned eighteen and flew out a window.
Suddenly my wings alone had to flap and guide,
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A head nod
Like what you might give to an overbearing stranger
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