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believe in me and I might let you down
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Kitchen chaos always brought out the writer in me.
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feathers surround our thanksgiving dinner.
how absurd;that bird is.....Prancing around
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Her nick name was aqua; primarily because no man;
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bread and butter;mmmm
tastes like summer
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behind the door;
under the pillow;
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lost; I am not nor found.....I suppose
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strange how my hands shake over your shape,sliding past
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can you believe the sky is that blue?
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fingers stroke the palm of my hand
as fists are balled
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what are words?
words are merely descriptions
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I can feel it all slipping away-trickling out of my grip-like handfuls of sand spilling out grain by grain-I am powerless/weak willed/stoma
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unison of worlds distant and near
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I assure you; I have no need for these feet I stand on.
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a lovers creed; words of peace
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Listerine breath; how refreshing
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tri-colored;
your lips are perked
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grounded;my feet clinch earthed dirt trying to stay bound
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your body feels solid
despite your fragile personallity
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let us breathe free of all aggression as our eyes meet across the table; you on the couch, me on the floor
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how can I tell that what I feel is truly what it appears to be
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all at once I felt nothing like someone stole the nerves
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the angered breeze murdered my flowers
this morning
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as the rain pours down
I beg the sun to come out
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I heard laughter of some sort
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As we sit all alone
I can feel your comfort
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Oh how lame must the sun be following the same dull routine
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How do you love when all that is left
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sometimes I ask myself
the typical questions we all
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engraved in a soft skeletal shell covered with free opinions
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when you breathe can you feel me
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her speech was soft and slow,grammatically correct and very punctual.Her hair was long and blondish brown;the kind of color that has a cer
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friendly fluff
made for love
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