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The veil over your thoughts
is as thin as tissue paper
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EGADS-- you're good at that
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I scratch your bites
until they bleed
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The week went from Wednesday to Wednesday this week.
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I inhale as three lines of white
cotton clouds ease into view
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I am temptation: 10 letters of bitter zest
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Since when did being brave
mean letting go?
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though pale and black eyed
I am not a ghost
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can you Imagine what I'd be like
if you never learned to fly?
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Cotton Candy clouds / chase Tonka trucks / swirling whirling around / 'cross dirt and dust / Squinting big eyes / see their reflection / my own sight shy / sunglassed in sun / through frosting rain
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What about when they told me I had to rhyme / or teaching me that nature comes 5-7-5? / I was told that you and me can't mean us / but I would never tell anyway / in the brush / in the bush
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I think sleep is a disease like alcoholism
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Here the muse and the medium c o l l i d e
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a venn diagram on the tabletop
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And the notion of your grin alone aligned with constellations.
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to be tiny and unseen
to be to be to be without
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My eyes searching
in the darkness of these woods
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dancing in the field
above the purple sky
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dike the Lake
and damn the dykes'
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I bit down on my pride,
stuck like a mouth guard.
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