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and softened the knuckles of these hands
and hardened fingers.
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we're all drinking laboriously
quite certain of the outcome
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and she rushed in
like fire on the foreground
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nobody winters through it
like he does
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the sun comes around
for a firm look, acknowledges.
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beat down
bent over, forced to feel the earth
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you promised me
lower-cased wisdom
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it is a game of endurance
between me and It
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where we end up
is anybody's guess
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and away we went at rocket speed
hurling ourselves at our nighttime lover
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dry humping the empty space
between us
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I trace my finger around
the outline of where we used to be
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at the sound your body makes
under mine.
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I was left standing there
much like I started
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while staring out across the street
into your windows
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the place where sex was a thing
of roaring beauty
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pick out
a simple tune and toss it aside
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blank with space
waiting to be filled
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so I sit here on this sidewalk
begging for a buck
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and those stupid words
begging for attention.
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it just makes more sense
that way.
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I'm a regular here, this is my spot,
some people are hard learners.
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boys, I said
you mean boys.
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it's all there, man.
it's freshly dressed and looking good
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Sep 20, 5:05 am
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the pain behind your poetry
goes unanswered
-
buzzing with
organic goodness
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we went from a hard start
to a wonderful middle
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the wash and dry nature of our
togetherness
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nothing personal
just nature sorting out nature
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I feel rehearsed
and nothing more.
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my invisible enemy
the comma
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I have maybe an hour
of sun left
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climbing trees
with fragile branches
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