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quick with matchstick bones in your forearms;
reaching for your dagger and blade --
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when I met you,
I think I felt the defeated
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She laid her pillow down to sleep;
Her dreams, projected, in to seep.
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nine times to ten they try to change who you are;
they fix your wristwatch’s face
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I saw you as the scales on the
underbelly of a fictional dragon;
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I shoved my toes into
the crevice of a doorframe;
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can we sail to spain
– just me and you?
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you know how if you look at a frozen grasshopper, saved in the fridge for biology class, your mind plays with you and tells you it’s going
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I yelled to a faraway forest
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they danced with tree shadows for pants,
and the autumnal winds chilled their skin
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I laid there as long as I could
doing mathematical equations on the graphing lines of a tent;
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I could smell the thunder in their hair, lightning in their eyes. drumming their fingertips on danger’s dashboard and kissing the rooftops
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I breathe the silence of coyotes and mountaineers
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sitting on a tire swing,
a crazy wild-headed child
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his little boy’s fingers were filled with
beerbottleglass&vacuumcleanerdust
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dear someone who wishes to listen;
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when you can dream more than four-thousand miles closer than you are right now, I’ll play with the dark strands of your hair and tie dream-
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sand slipped past forearm crutches
as the boy scrambled to catch
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is it easier when someone leaves on their own accord
than if they were taken from you?
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she was the untitled;
breathing in atmospheric
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he convinced me to dig giant gaps
in the middle of my mother’s garden.
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pond dreams
pulled us like attracting magnets;
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sky-scraped cities
blur in and out of focus
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flowing skirts brushed scraped knees from falling too much; I’ll try and find a band-aid that will stay for long enough.
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we both know what it feels like to come from small towns.
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days at the beach and planets strung-out in between popsicle stains and sunscreen beliefs pull me out into the piers at night.
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can’t I just be a pretty face in your senior yearbook full of memories and lost dates? pages half crusted over with worn-down lipstick thr
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I sometimes hear of people tossing glass bottles into the ocean
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I dreamt I met you in a grocery store –
back turned, inspecting the ripening tomatoes
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cluttered swings and waterlogged slides
faced directions of frequent mishaps
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she begged and pleaded with him to let her sit in the birds’ cage;
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moonlight shimmers off of my skin
as I spray insect repellant onto my legs;
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