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I lack the adjective to describe this mood, this mode of survival, the barrier errected
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Ok, Epictetus, I delcare it: I am fond of a jug!
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Blocked again. Rhymes are forced,
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I want the pearls and the golden "B" to be 'round my neck,
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That she likes him more; that the boss is pissed at me
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"How come you're so white?" he asks with a smile
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How long does the happiness have to last before it is okay to believe it's true, before I can listen to what he tells me without any itch of doubt,
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The afro-casian is raving again; an angry tirade pours out of
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where to begin untangling the warped threads of consciousness swirling in the brain of subject A, typical teen of the female persuasion, who has thrown herself into this study in the hopes of coming out whole, together, norma
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I can't escape my mind and it is driving me insane.
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Scabs cover the face, a split lip bleeds from the corner of a crooked mouth,
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Runny pumpkin pie lacking Cool Whip will not make me feel better.
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Would you embrace my confession, accept my vow of devotion,
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"You look bored." "No, I just don't know
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Dressed hot and comfy, geared up to party, already soaring on anticipation,
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The sweet smoke wafts up to the stars and I take a toke off the hookah again,
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Nehi Peach cool glass bottle glistens, popped top crumbled on the table,
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Wal*Mart at 4 am, hyped up on lack of sleep, wandering aisles under bright phosperant lights
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Dragging on his Black & Mild, we discuss the cool ambiance
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Feeling artsy in her drunken stupor, she clears a space in the clutter
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I haven't heard from you in weeks.
Part of me muses on how you died.
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For once being myself didn't result in shunning,
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on this line I am walking down
there is no point of return
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I watch them from the railing.
A couple sits on the end of the pier,
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a day at the beach, dozing in the sun,
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You say you're so proud.
What did you expect??
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It's to the point where I know
exactly how the conversation will go.
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The Mattaponi River weaves through the coast of Virginia,
runs past a small log cabin outside of Richmond.
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Glasses hide the fear in her eyes,
bangs cloak the secrets in their depths.
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Future lays out in bed with me,
shows me some of her secrets,
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Slim, bony, angular face...
Classic beauty
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Your lips pursed, the whisper of "jenga"
eager in your mouth, you frown.
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