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I tease about being old as my eyesight is going,
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I’ve got sunshine under my fingernails
the shimmer of stars stuffed in the toe of my sock
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Frayed edges and undersides
seeping in street dirt and sludge.
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Face nestled against your chest
A rumble of amusement against my ear
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I thought there was never-ending summer
and sunshine with bike rides and BBQ's
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Speaking down to people beneath me
is not condescension.
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Oh, forget this Valentine
I dub thee Happy Vibrator Day
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I have to let you go
and I beg you to let me
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It appears there is some sort of mutiny in the works. Rather upsetting to say the least.
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There was this TV show on. In it, there was this frog pinned to a tray with these huge T-shaped pins stuck straight thru its front legs just above the elbow...i
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The manipulation involved a slow seduction and plenty of lies
I was torn in half
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There are words here,
left unsaid and murky,
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Magdalena screamed out the charred
innards of hope abandoning the
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I who loved you with shuttered windows and fearful eyes
tracking the thin slit of sunrise across the walls,
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Squeeze my hand and remind me
That there is still some life here
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Roused suddenly -
Hands agonizing from fisting the sheets
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Bending in the fluttering snow
Night air mingling with your breath
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Aeolian screamed with the upsweep of her arm
Trying to break free from the clamped hands
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The light that lingered and transfixed
Setting off a fire of deep reds
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Wretched melancholy drapes us all
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It has been over four years
since I've heard his voice
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since what we are now, perhaps what we’ve always been, is partially friends, and mostly strangers
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There are Octobers faintly tainted with summer
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How does the turn of your mouth
make grown men quiver?
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I carry a bag of words with me.
Bearing the weight of masterful thoughts
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Sitting silently on the bridge rail
I just remember the way your head leaned against my calf
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I guess we’re not meant to last
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If doves flew
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leaving only the delicate shading of a ghostly forewarning and a lingering chill on the skin.
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I returned my gaze to Muad'Dib
and his tale of the waters on his world
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