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“you’re in a wrong place,” / you said to me / i don’t think i’m going to fall in that hole, i’m sorry, but thanks ’cause it is / so cute of you, enoughenough my words will get carried away. / i know i go too
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a heavy soggy breath / ejects from my silky throat's orifice, expanding and desiring / some healthy amount of beatings / to pursue its exti
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i am flooding with love from this talk / take my flavours and over-indulge / we forget to tell each other about what's around us / because we've been too busy being happy / under the sheets, thousands of mil
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seen once in the parking lot / wearing perfection / like she were a ghost / seen twenty times in dreams / a mix-up doll / of odd outfits / she will never come
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"you are about to die. / where are your friends? / does it help when i tell you / we're all holding hands / or did your soul / disappear too soon? / i felt it on my way / to my cozy, warm hom
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when you offer / your animals a mouth / to climb in / [ right claw / left heel / ] / but they refuse / and drop-thump / on the linoleum toby tealgin 22 lines, on Jul 22 7:20 AM 2007
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Today, I broke my fingers, / but these knuckles are happy about / how they've dodged boredom. / It involved prickly hills / [with confusingly thin vines I had to / pull; / like braiding hair, but not reaby tealgin 39 lines, on Jul 22 5:58 AM 2007
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Under the basement, inside the stairs, behind the door and by the chairs, / Mom was cutting Dad's only 40-year-old hair. / They always told me to go away, but I didn't know what else to say, / so the automatic nextby tealgin 32 lines, on Jul 22 5:57 AM 2007
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I touch you and your build-up / you are dusty and trickly, such a flour packet / that I did not buy. / I look at the freezer’s coughing face; / there are many stickynotes there / shouting operas of how I did noby tealgin 26 lines, on Jul 22 5:56 AM 2007
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today, my eyes went from a / sunny boils, curtain-drawn, yeast-tasting / red / to a / afternoon snack, the-ocean-hurts-me, finders-keeping / green. / and when my feet broke, / the sun came aby tealgin 17 lines, on Jul 22 5:55 AM 2007
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Yesterday, my pant legs invited wet gravel / to jump through the torn, raggy ropes / dangling over my ankles. / I caused my body very tiny dread / because there was a cent in my pocket / yet I didn't takeby tealgin 44 lines, on Jul 22 5:53 AM 2007
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have you ever noticed the curves a beanbag makes--- / the soft and safe squeals she echos / and have you ever wanted to minimize your face, / so that you'd laugh and leap / through that octogon of air by theby tealgin 25 lines, on Jul 22 5:52 AM 2007
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the number five / DOES NOT / remind me of basketball players--- / that's number eight's part-time job, / for she also launches black stereo speakers / and foreign crackers / through my face. / theby tealgin 44 lines, on Jul 22 5:51 AM 2007
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we were always an oval of bodies--- / constructing an image we never knew would breathe. / our memories stall, and we sit there, / creating an uneven swamp to be stuck in... / our obscure systems rustinby tealgin 34 lines, on Jul 22 5:49 AM 2007
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Saturday sunshine.
The perverted barking of the birds bruised the sunlight, breaking it like glass, then swallowing it,
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