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I feel I’m living an empty existence- nothing to give,
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To you I owe my gratitude
for changing life,
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Grab the box of Kleenex
and tell us your life story.
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Slick-
she stood in all her glamor,
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Fool, my muses say to me, look in thy heart and write.
Sitting in the silence of the night,
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Lingering in empty space
is a longing to be embraced
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Timeless grace and / slight insanity- / one of which I most definitely inherited, / only time will tell whether / it's the former or the latter. / A love for the sleekness, / and chicness, / of the color black-
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I dyed away my red hair, / and made it a chocolate brown. / The color just wasn't right / without your own fiery red next to it, / and people constantly remarking, / "You two must be mother and daughter- / you loo
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What have I got left? / The only person I ever had to impress / is gone, though not forgotten. / No more opinions shared, / be them criticism, or support. / It's all on me, / the ultimate test of / if I fail or
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When we're young, / we long to look older, / so we'll be taken seriously. / When we're old enough / to finally be listened to, / we wish the wrinkles / would fade away, / so things wouldn't be / so goddamn ser
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We don't need a dime to make a call- / we've got our own secret line. / Made of Dixie cups and fishing string, / or tin cans and twine, / we whisper secret vibrations to each other, / until they tremble to our ears.
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Bob Dylan goes to Burger Stop. / Incognito in faded red slacks / and a wrinkled, white polo shirt. / Poems and lyrics floating within / on bubbles from the root beer float / he bought to pass the afternoon. / No o
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I miss the smell of cigarettes and Youth Dew- / lipstick traces littered in the ashtray, / and the warm, spicy scent of Estee Lauder / bring many thoughts of you. / The sounds of George Thorogood, / Steve Earle, and
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We read beeping monitors / that we can’t understand, / because we can’t bear to / look at the quiet patient below / with her tubes and IVs. / We can’t take her / unnatural state of existence. / We hold her hand,
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He had such spirit / that I didn’t even / notice his wheelchair, / only his ipod. / He rolled up to me, / smiling, and asked why I was there. / He was very understanding, / and very supportive. / He talked to
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Back when you were Mommy’s little man, / or Daddy’s little princess, / grown-ups were gods. / They always had the answers, / always fixed what was broken, / healed all injuries and bellyache
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A note of life’s unfair tendencies strikes a tightly-strung chord
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I watch you lying asleep- Nestled in bedding, your eyelids heavy.
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Everywhere I hear screaming fueled by hateful love;
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I never really was a fan of Spring. I mean, green is nice,
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First night together- Lying in bed,
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Our hearts pound and pulses shriek like
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Making my mind wander with thoughts of You, and me, and life.
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Crystal blue persuasion in glistening, globe-like forms,
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I hardly remember the days when a life like this
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Shadows dance like lace
across your skin.
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Sitting here in silence, I contemplate our
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I walked across the room and gave to you what
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Sheena is a punk rocker, and Candy and Ronnie haven’t seen them yet,
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Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
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The Sabbath prayer is read aloud at sunset.
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Clenched fists shouldn’t strike female skin. Keep cruel words within defiant lips.
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