matthew-cannizzaroWhisper

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Morning jogI sever cement / crack crust / and launch magma
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Jul 14, 2011
Why lovers aren't allowed to thinkI think I am / therefore I am / in love. You say
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Jul 14, 2011
The size of atoms & SummerI'd like to pluck you from the speck of a hot Colorado summer, / sprinkle you with ambrosia until you've grown enormous, / then together we could stomp through the cities
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Jul 14, 2011
Soon to be sleeping sweetlyYour legs on top of mine, / sticky, you recline-- / eyes wide on a book,
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Jul 14, 2011
You've got what?a funny feeling it’s / all just fantasy / can’t shake the facts before you
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Jul 14, 2011
I dreamt about thisEyes open too early / taking in only street light / and midnight travelers
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Jul 14, 2011
Trees grow mirrorsTrees grow mirrors / Trees grow roots / for soil and water,
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Jul 14, 2011
Candle tipDance—deep combustion / slows the sway and glow. / Heat—heavy wick heaves
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Jun 26, 2011
At least the robe is mineI dawn thoughts of you / like a gossamer robe / when you're gone.
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Jun 26, 2011
You wish you could flyYour / Fire Gobi eyes, / ethereal portals
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Jun 26, 2011
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