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and when I told you it would be alright, You said "Maybe."
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The foggy taste of coercion is lingering on my tongue, creating film on the roof of my mouth,
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Sometimes I feel as if I have the world in my mouth.
All of the emotions and thoughts and sentances and everything else, wrapped up inbetw
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You feel the twisting and the turning of the thoughts inside your head; Every creep and crawl that they command your
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I am what you are;
I am a product, a story, a creation,
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She says that there's something about me, something about me that beams when I'm around you.
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"I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it."
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I walk on broken glass: So I can feel my steps.
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There once was a boy who bathed in
acidic colors
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I am God,
if only temporarily.
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In to puddles of multicolored ink I dip my fingers,
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Tear ducts running through my veins,
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Momma's taking one (too many) sleeping pills and as the medication eats holes through her veins and let's her fall through, to a slumber, s
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Swing-set carousals for spines,
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She stroked her Body with a Paintbrush -
Each lost bristle and catastrophic color, a new
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She whispered to him, "I love you," in a language that he couldn't understand.
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I whispered seeds to the graveyard ground
and I dug up the organs of my god, a god,
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I want to create trash, so I can pick it apart
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I have tears falling from my mouth - I'm crying so hard. They're gluing my eyes shut with a force that's so strong
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I've been told that I have model-like legs and synesthesia-like symptoms. I've been told that I have creativity ingrained in the fine lines of my bones. I've been told that my mouth runs like a record; in circles and someti
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The mosquitos are drinking the heart-throb sweat off my pores, and the sun finds empathy for the night.
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the summer heat sits on my body like alcohol on the tongue.
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Your words shot through my arteries and into my heart like a bullet,
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I tell the calendar to stop crossing days off, because if I don't, I find myself lost in the translations.
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Dear “Jane” Shannon Waite
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I'm full of articulate razorblades;
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She is calm and reposed; Her beauty unfolds,
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I have blood rushing through my
veins like sugar running a locomotive
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Sugared poppy seeds, like dust in rain-
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