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Voraciously Living VicariouslyI'll fasten my belt, but I won't let my beliefs buckle. / I'll need more than luck, though it's sweet as honeysuckle. / Good things start; well the path will get bumpy.
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Jun 12, 2011
A Rare SpecimenA lady who is deserving of the title, / a search the FBI would call an x-file. / No one could find a spirit so kind.
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Feb 8, 2011
OutcomesCurrents, both peaceful and agitated / dance through my head, / stirring up emotion filled sediment.
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Jan 15, 2011
The Safety in SolitudeFloating in space amongst the stars / with nothing to push off of, / and nothing to hold on to
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Jan 6, 2011
Decisions, Decisions, and a Final WarningA sane man in a mental ward has no chance. He knows his name: / They’ve sewn it to his pants. / He closes his eyes and pretends he’s surrounded by novelty clocks.
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Jan 4, 2011
InsomniaIf we were both much younger / would we be able to satisfy our hunger? / Would we still find new trails to blaze?
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Jan 3, 2011
Raking the MuckUnfolding across countless tables / the same exaggerated fables / packed with hidden half-truths
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Jan 3, 2011
Something LostI used to gaze with wonder at the stars / with a fleeting hope that they gazed back. / Perhaps I was the topic of their dinner-table talk!
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Jan 3, 2011
A Quickly Falling FacadeBorn with a forked tongue, we sharpen it like a knife / And tell ourselves we're the highest form of life. / A bunch of apes feeding each other a bunch of grapes.
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Jan 3, 2011
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