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1.) What kind of music do you like? Why? Everything. I love guitars and pianos and lyrics that sound like the inside of someone's brain. I love music that makes me have to dance. I love songs that sound entirely different whi
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the match burns down to a thumb before the darkness settles in
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minds do not break, usually,
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I am not a sociopath, but one lives inside me
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a cold body wakes into the cold rain
and the days feel warm
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you could kill yourself with a light bulb, an extension cord
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there is a small tendril of
fire licking the back of my hand,
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as if i have been asleep my whole life
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in the field behind the house tiny birds perch on the tips of the grass,
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I lie on the floor, I cannot bear
the bed, the sheets, so sweet smelling
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all your therapists tell you that secretly, you hate yourself, this is how you part ways,
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today in Walmart,
the boy who tried to
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she thinks of suicide as a lost art.
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the first time i spent days looking, beneath the couch, behind the door,
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darkness is falling,
collapsing through the open windows,
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I was writing a poem in the car.
I was writing a poem with words like goddamn
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i want to touch my face to yours,
hold your mouth with my mouth,
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what can i trade for you, the neighbor’s dog, barking
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thank god someone wrote this song
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ambidextrous thoughts,
left brain, then right
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when I was three my mother left the room,
for higher ground, found the attic window,
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i cannot tell you how i feel.
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i am here to meet the sunset,
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when i forget how anger tastes, i place a penny under my tongue,
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in the photograph you are staring off-screen, face closed
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to not write about hands, or lips, or faces. to not write about your touch.
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1. she sang like the wind picking cracks out of the window,
wanting in
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the phone rang and rang
i held my bathrobe closed, chased down the angry words you
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i walked out to the balcony and fell,
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i am waiting for you
i am not patient
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April 2, 2005
i forget your faces, the way you stood that Monday
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hallucinations, cancer, and the purple tree
November 12, 2008
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i wonder how many girls have sex because there’s no one to dance with
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