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I have been angry,
knowing you weren't dancing
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We slept on the rug / with our little paws folded. / They threw a glance / with starless eyes. / With our little paws folded, / we caught the insult with our mouths. / With starless eyes, / they took our da
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Someday / I hope / you'll light a candle / if not for me, / then just for you, / if you have not forgotten / all the silent joys we knew. / I will become a fallen light, / a totem pole / for wrongs / that
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Bubbles have / not a sound- / not the quick flutter / of startled flight, / these silent wolf moons / suspended from my angry ceiling / and
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I am a wind chime / of fiery bones, the empty click / of a skeleton's percussion. / My closet eyes could roll you / into a corner, / if the
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These are my Yoga days- / body bends backwards in a smile, and / spills in shadows / over my rock-ribbed mind. / It lends itself / to pain
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This is how I dream- / / I spit / through the cracks / of a decrepit fence, and its teeth; / they are tight clenched fists / / unamused
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Knock three times- / / there has always been / that room, / a memory that opens / like a music box / / and it is always cold and windy, /
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she would whisper that you know
how wild grapes can taste like home.
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I am disturbing on paper because I meditate on fire, / chop myself up for the warmth- / the fume of words on the page, a sweet burn / of fleshy truth, / / It is an aching of broken branche
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We spin inside a tune that tears dark planets far apart.
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I learned to drag my skin behind
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And stems, like murder and commitment, break quick and hard
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I am no good at hiding, can't hug myself in despair.
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Her rotten apple, a galaxy self destructing. It pushes teeth against its core.
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Church bells ring, don't steal my dream.
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If he closed his eyes, the desert leaned its tired mountains against dusk.
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Tickle skin with deprivation, broken lungs cough broken love.
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Irrationality! you beautiful flower, Travelling across a lonely sea.
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I can hear her hissing...through the trees I can feel her hair in the gentle wind
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and there is nothing but silence tangling, pushing the wheels
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With eyes that burn holes through concrete, light up cities putrid with pride, we stuffed ourselves into an envelope;
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Good old valentine's day...and mother bending over the kitchen stove.
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I find you beyond dreams; shaking under blankets of debris and dust, swimming up to the shore
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With lover's madness, set on fire every shrieking bone I have
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I am a door to your monsterous creation, Oh no! I am the lung from which your vapour shadows rise and gleam.
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