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PartsMy head belongs in his hands and his lap, / and my tears can be caught only in the / thickness of his faded blue jeans.
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Jun 28, 2015
To LiveMr. Beeson, / that East and West Egg, / that walking thesaurus, dictionary,
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May 1, 2015
Tuesday NightsI don't know how to start / just like I don't know how I feel. / But that's the paradox of the woman, right?
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Apr 6, 2015
Man on 75th StreetA man sits on the corner / with his guitar. / Music comes out of his fingers.
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Apr 1, 2015
WyomingI don't know what I want from you. / I don't want you like I wanted Snow in Arizona, / but I don't want you to leave me alone.
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Mar 25, 2015
Real LoveLove is a yellow shotgun shell sitting on a shelf. / Love is a kiss on the forehead and on each cheek. / Love is peeing with the door open
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Feb 17, 2015
InterstellarI want you to want me unrequitedly. / I want you to see me in your morning cereal and in each sidewalk crack and in the ink of every headline, / while I am blind.
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Jan 28, 2015
Selma (Martin Luther King Jr.)One man / can really change the world, / even if it's just by dying.
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Jan 14, 2015
December 28thI woke up and craved a foreign touch. / Foreign, forbidden, unforgettable. / Blue eyes that cut through diamonds
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Dec 31, 2014
From a TuesdayI kept a picture of you / above my bed for a long time. / I don't know why I left it there
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Dec 29, 2014
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