sam-chinWhisper

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28.I catch the moths between my fingers, / and linger as their bodies / and my shameless slaughter
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Jun 26, 2011
29.I will find you / when you are broken like beer bottles in parking lots; / collect the pieces
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Jun 19, 2011
27.I look at you / and your damn American family, / I wish I could wave a flag
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Jun 18, 2011
26.Idle prattle left behind on the linoleum, / we walk in silence. / Sometimes in the humming dinn of the radio,
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Jun 5, 2011
25.Perhaps the best form kind of kindness, / is not the ever present / support of friends
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Apr 24, 2011
24.I think you cryptic, think you wise. / Perhaps in that is our demise. / A sophomore in the bloom of youth
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Apr 17, 2011
23.Remove me from existence, please. / I no longer wish to be. / There is a pleading melody.
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Apr 17, 2011
22.My heart leaps up / at the smiles of strangers / that glance at me on morning trains.
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Apr 17, 2011
21.My heart leaps up / at the smiles of strangers / that glance at me on morning trains.
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Apr 17, 2011
20.Tell me your love in sweet sonnets / and confess to me everything, impassioned. / I want to be raving,
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Apr 17, 2011
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