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Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, Soaking burnt beams into fragile skin.
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we contract and expand in
anticipation of autumn
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go to your pain. step slowly and know your path.
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we walk on the highest floor jumping from stone to stone (your body close)
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where to begin with all this beauty? a blank sheet of paper, a simple song, the warm,
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renewal smells like lime gatorade, feels like the buzz of plastic at 9:48. a shard of tile in my palm, rough edges across my fingertips. maybe sounds like the low voice to my left and the humility of freedom facedown. seems t
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by fall into me
23 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 29 11:29 PM 2008
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i will never have slender arms
like the mitchell girls. or
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i'll be your Mary Marie at midnight plus forty
bruce springsteen sings thunder road
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crack off bits of heart like glass and press / them to my tongue. / she is. she has. she does. / doesn't she? / we don't have best friends.
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running into the firework skyline, i thought we'd never end. / the downs of our footsteps like rain on the pavement / a rhythm to comfort and carry us home. / slower now in the shuddering light / as we tum
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here i sit where i am meant to recharge and i wait. / i wait and am open and am not filled. / for fulfillment is suspended south of the bor
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a nightmarish setting for our dreamlike state: / water floats through fluorescent lights. there is a / brightness so comparable to the su
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today is all springtime. you are my sunshine:
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sing me now, sweet guitar. let fall the comfort from your strings
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perhaps i'll forget to forget these songs and words. each refrain makes me want to fall faster. i told myself not to, but every
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i'll call her February Far Away as March rolls in, bringing with it heat waves and California brushfires.
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i shoot past the sweet water canyon where diagonal layers of sediment
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i'll look for you in the greys of skies, if i can be your autumn all the time.
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sometimes i crash at a whisper, not a wall. i want to expand the love inside of me and cover you in it.
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not a poem. just me reflecting on these three boys.
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This new boy makes me search for the poetry. (A task made more difficult by his bandanna, settled loosely over my eyes.)
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Let the world continue: Cars speed past and
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i move in the fashion of poetic longing: br
by fall into me
29 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 26 1:00 AM 2006
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the soul shine pours from fingertips and hearts;
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rocking out under translucent rust-orange light
[if it's over then it's over...
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we are alone.
sunlight glows our bodies gold,
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i would like a brand new
and pure
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Let me sink forever
into the rusted red of pineapple soil.
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i can feel the air changing
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