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We want to tower like giants over the reality of our
sadness, to survive forever in a state of perpetual motion—
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Please don't--this time don't walk away
I only want to hear you say you'll stay
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I swear I'll make this up to you--
these broken blackened nights...
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I lobbed of sections of my hair
with kitchen scissors,
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Like a smoky room
where no one is breathing,
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I think I’m learning how to recognize my
features set in glass, behind the cracks and
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and most of the time we try to forget what
it felt like having you here, with us, so long ago.
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I'll be the girl with the bloody shoes
throwing her voice in your direction,
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Oh, Misery,
dare I say that lately
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Loath, I dangle by my tail
over the gaping mouths of lions-
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I can hear the clock stretching, changing, adding rhythm to the spastic beats of the round red muscle buried deep in my chest.
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This was Eden--
fashioned from utopian earth
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Standing before a crowd,
I know they’re staring,
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I lay cracked open at the torso
like a fissure in the dry earth.
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Pushed aside and discarded
like old newspapers from the week before.
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Bodice of a ragged violin,
rough and hardened.
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because what isn't seen
cannot be heard.
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Crocuses--bent at the knees,
bleeding into the background,
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This place is where life began,
here, in our hands.
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She jumps into each day
like she would march into a war--
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it seems years have past
yet none have marred your porcelain skin-
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I pray not for wakeful living
when my heart is wrapped in stars.
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sun baked my hopes into
Truth
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I am two-feet tall in a world of giants.
Worthless and alone, I am an insignificant child.
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I am what you want me to be-
I am nothing...define me.
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I'm living a full life now,
and I've risen from the ash.
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Broken glass sparkles like stars-
on the asphalt of Western Avenue-
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what do i do-
when my mind cries out names-
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and solace comes slowly,
with my body's every bend.
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Rain is a disease,
that rinses away my voice
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She is a veteran,
war-torn and ravaged.
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so we just leaned farther back,
and let ourselves slide.
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Frustration about the direction in which America is traveling.
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Six o'clock news is pure motivation
for my citizenship in this Prozac Nation.
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