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His face was uplifted like that of the enlightened, The sun-kissed light lit his profile aglow, like the birth of a star.
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Words fell from his lips Like water
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What is happiness? You ask me.
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maybe if you fuck him, he'll love you.
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Today I was thinking about how things used to be. How we used to stay up all night, talking on AIM and drinking together... How we used to do handstands and cartwheels on the lawn in our underwear, just because we could.
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I used to write like rain, all flowing and dripping and chaos in a few simple strokes... Now I feel like it's slowed to a mist. I can't write but I can think and it flows around me, just moving breathing life.
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Mind reels with a smack
my life has reached it's proverbial brick wall.
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I blow and air billows like smoke in front of my face,
and you're enveloped in clouds, your sleepy blond hair curling like a halo.
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snow falls in sheets, sheets rest on the ground and become a blanket that keeps the dirt warm. my body is cold but the dirt is warm from mother nature's blanket. and i'm warm from your blanket that covers me in the cold weath
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the wooden table is cold under my bare thighs and my legs are spread with you between them. just two moments ago we were breathing, feeling, seeing nothing. but there was a pause, a time rift. and now i see you, with your lip
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complete crap-in-progress. i'm rusty don't bother reading.
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Writing is just something that we do. / It’s like music for you, / Chocolate for me. / We can serenade the neighbors / With the rhythm of our labored breathing. / Writing is just something that we do, / Like
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I tap on the window of the car frosted and glassy,
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and we're killing ourselves slowly. eating too much or too little,
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And you wonder what they say about the girl whose dancing to the music in her head...
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And I thought that when I lose these 10 pounds I'll be omniscient.
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I dragged my battered robe behind me (the one I cried into when you never came home).
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i want a reality check...
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the darklight truth burns my irises and i pray for the
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my lips are chapped my heart hurts
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br green tea pills rattle against my
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no one ever dreams of being br
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barely considered poetry. rant.
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angels push jagged shards
of satin
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i'm an everyday trainwreck.
...</fo
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butterflies-
circle my head
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i tripped down the steps out of my house
and trudged along the damp steps
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i whittle at layers
of glittery nail varnish.
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when it comes down to it
we're all just harlequin whores
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he leaned against the brick wall
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and the bleeding sky would forgive the
statue of liberty.
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i dreamt of him again.
his fingers, his lips, his eyes,
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last night,
i could have sworn my mother came to me
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