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i might jump for joy if you wrote something new.
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i was in a silent corner of your heart...
where have you been 
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You are the shit.
I seem to like pasting obvious things here.
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Post somethinggggggg. I DEMAND IT!!

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nick and i and some others are going to see casiotone this weekend in louisville. see you there?
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I'm not like that
I'm not like that
all I'll recall of you:
a sturdy tongue like a plaster toe
Screw you for being concise and so fantastic.
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Oi! You there!

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carnelian hope poet for 109 comments haha
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carnelian hope poet for 109 comments haha
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you are quite talented, i must say.
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you are an amazing poet. i can't wait to read more.
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im doing fabbbbulous.
but, you're better off finding me on facebook. 
i'm sorta a ghost around here.
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hey. I haven't written poetry in a long time. Grad school.
You're the only one who left a note about me not being here. So, can I ask - what other names haev you had? Because, sad or whatev, I don't associate what I can see here with an identity that I remember.
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when at war, I insist on slaughter
and getting it on with the hangman's daughter
she needs release, she needs to feel
at peace with her father,
the fuckin maniac. . .
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I finished your art book but then I put it in this art show at school because I had my own panel and needed to fill it up (and I was really proud of the book) and it got stolen! so I'll have to make another one. sorry this is taking forever
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You're from ky? Where at, if you don't mind me asking? I go to UK.
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never get so attached to a poem you
forget truth it lacks lyricism
and never draw so close to the heat
that you forget that you
must eat
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You are unique and always will be in my book
Just popping in to drop luv on your page

Becky
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it comes through the windows
just like radiation,
and according to all my calculations
the sickness will descend in even gradations
defying the preachers evaluations
now is always better than later
go get the door
send them away
this is not a good time and it doesn't look like a good day
cause the house has the eyes
they're a hundred to one
that you will decay in your tracks
and go blind as you stare at the sun
just making its rounds
and increasing the dread
that each morning you leave more of yourself
in the bed
but the radios on
and it's turning my heart into gold
and the guilt I once had is gone
it's been replaced by a fear of dying
before I get old
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good to see ya around deary
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i just don't come around much. i don't really like writing anymore. i only do it to squash boredom. i don't really even enjoy reading poetry as much as i used to. to save few key strokes - i suck
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is that what you call tact? you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let's end this call and end this conversation.
is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you got away with...
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hey man why dont you answer me??
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I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime..
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what the fuck! AP ate you!
i loveeeeeeeeeee you &hearts
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coming back to life? i hope
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sexy lady, let's go craaaaaaaaaazay. let's take a trip to the Caribbean hey lil mama it's no prob-lem somethin somethin we'll fly away 
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I miss you around here.

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don't die!!!! i'll fucking kill you if you do.
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COME BACKKKKKKKKKKKKK TO ME
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LOVE YOUURRRRR WRITING
...and, you too.
I guess.......
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this is the soup
that i believe in
this is the smoke
i'm always breathin
this is the way
i serve my sentence
this is the way
i share my breakfast
now i know, i know
i should lay low
i should stand tall
this is the beard
i'm always growin
i know they're here
i see them floating
her empress beards
they float so holy
her beards are here
they gently hold me
well who knows, who knows
i may come home
yeah i may return
this is the way
i'm always leavin
this is the soft
voice of the evening
this is the way
i heal my father
these are the flames
that drown the water
well who knows, who knows
yeah i may come home
yeah i may return
this is the sound
that swims inside me
that circle sound
is what surrounds me
this is the land
that grows around me
and these are the hands
they come in handy
well we've known, we've known
we've had a choice
we chose rejoice
come back
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Hey you
Just for shits and giggles, I featured ... I'm not...either 7 or 9 clicks for 'residue'.
<3
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Merry Christmas dear
 - cheers for 2009 to be all you dreamed and more.
♥Becky♥
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http://allpoetry.com/contest/2430723
one time you told me you loved this song. will it make you write? you MUST write
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I hope everything is  in your world.
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I miss your writing
a shitload, and I know I'm not the only one
who would search through
a toilet
for those words
you type.
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film on December 10, 2008
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