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"No. I. Didn't."
I spat, through gritted teeth.
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Every angle, every curve
stretching back into a whirlwind
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Of all the classical poets I know perhaps the greatest is Lowell Poe
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If life before you was
an intricate dream
then love was the waking life.
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To understand the boundaries
between illusion and reality
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It's more than just chemicals; a trick of the heart.
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The lioness sleeps and stirs, her golden eyes like an ember rekindled.
She stretches out like the burning horizon, her back; a shimmering
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As I hold it between my fingers,
it glistens, ethereal.
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Breathe in deceit and you will only choke,
and suffer for it in retribution.
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"What were you saying?"
The world heaved as you took me outside
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To lie back and stare at pure cyan
that never ends, that exceeds enourmous
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He's the most respected person in town
but his lover makes the people frown
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Real happiness lies in seeing your face close to tears
gasping for air
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Hello, love. Alright?
Not too bad thanks, and yourself?
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I gave you a piece of my heart
in exchange for a piece of yours.
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I could still smell you on my fingertips
when I returned home.
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She sits there like a haunted statue
pewter eyes filled with fear that could turn magma to ice.
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And there we were awaiting
the children's breaths were baiting
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No one has ever inspired me as you have, and nobody's going to.
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When I look at a weed
growing in the ground
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Checking into your Berlin hotel
05.48 their time.
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Talk about the itch.
Two months means sixty two waking hours
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It's the little, gnawing, longings of the heart
that push everything overboard.
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Just when all your hope is dead
you look at this green rose instead
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"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Well, I didn't suppose you'd be very interested."
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You shouldn't lift a finger to people who are
better than you, so you don't.
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Forest fire
Raging and tearing like split skin
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The damp can still affect
her little wooden heart
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Thrusting her voice into the surrounding black air,
she spins into the spotlight
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Arched glass was what we stared from
stiffened in a still picture, mouths
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The flowers still grow
fluorescent against the dismal rain
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Something wants to claw it's way out of my mouth
as I recall your previous exertions.
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It's a bad business for us too, you know.
Whenever someone whispers about the horror that's going on
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Fool of a man.
You've really done it this time
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To give you a gift
I'd manufacture a
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