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Thick throaty rage escaped in a song
robust and car-rattling.
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I drew the blinds
and buried you deep where the skeletons dance.
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tragicomic
characters of little consequence
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Like creeping vine reach I toward you, illumed by ghostly white
which radiates upon me from your countenance, the night.
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A cool hand cups
my ear to catch the words
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Pink clouds dispersed in another lifetime and in their place are rainstorm-colored blooms,
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I consider
sleepy couchtop evenings
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Hair tangled, blood a-tingling, she awakes.
Startled, her shaking finger parts the blinds
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"No ghosts here," softly reassured the youth
Amid an intermittent tide of chirps
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Sharp tongue, sharper hips,
Wounded you with silly quips
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the smiling face, so juvenile, / conceals a scheming crocodile / within whose grasp a man may throw / himself, untold of future woe / amd f
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Nuclear attack -the cockroaches survive
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when the jilted come together there should be peace
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sandpaper hands burned on the robot espresso-spitter
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I am Sarah. I am subtly strange.
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my soul awash in sound and lulled to fulfillment by
familiarity and the hum of tires over tar
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a curious notion
was it everything you expected and less?
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Mom, we’re off to a drunken party
Okay, dearies, don’t forget to bring a sweater
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hypnotic eyes
smoulder with interest
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a field of flowers
unlocked doors, slightly ajar
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wise, kind hearts
are deserving if they can see this
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This will pass; I know I am above My insecurity, for this is love.
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I need to be needed
but too much attention scares me
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press my palm to your heartbeat
my lips to your lips
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First, you were words.
Then a voice in the dark;
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tangles of subtlety
sweetened with coyness and intrigue
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I don’t know how to gracefully say no
Without trampling that faithful heart with my pretty shoes
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But occasionally the cruelty is so bewildering, sickening, astonishing
That I want to lash out and unleash the heartless inhumanities
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because secretly I’m jealous
that they get it by being fake and manipulative, while I stay sincere and receive none.
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Have I lost degrees of sentiment?
I want them back.
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He could never be my lover
I'm enamored of another
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