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You called it
all but what it was:
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the locks are all broken and the voyeurs don't knock,
and this spectacle's too good to miss...
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The universe answers unasked questions
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regretfully no-longer-yours,
the one that got away.
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dear boy who missed the bus,
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do you know how you inspire me? with slow smiles and far-off eyes, and blind-side kisses that melt the ice a little; with a fresh perspecti
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dear boy with too small hands:
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and every third word
was tragic.
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Yellow tastes like sunshine and honey and
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Where water meets sky: wavering,
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In velvet and lace, I capered and sang, and when you still didn't see me, I reflected you back to yourself; that always works, and that's w
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though I know it's there,
by the way it chafes.
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Lacerate, eviscerate me, put me back together;
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In asterisks, I whisper
that you're too good for me,
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Your face reminds me
of the light at the end of the tunnel,
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Walking well-known streets, but every door is closed;
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Dear stranger on the corner,
don't mind my uncomfortable silence
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do two broken halves
equal more than a hole?
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and I wondered why the cadence of "impossible"
tastes so much like "desire."
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Amazing human machine,
grinding gears on gears until we
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Anonymously recording nothing--
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Quietly melt down, high on the past and
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dark recesses,
of dust and stars and bone?
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A series of accidents culminates
in a long drop, only stopped
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halfway across a galaxy
that never noticed you were missing.
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and leaving yesterday in a storage locker
that I won't pay the bills on.
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