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FullI feel myself full / Of beautiful things / My fingers hum electric
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Apr 28, 2015
Set the SunThe sky **turning gold in** the west / Is the color of the place below / **Your belly** button
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Apr 22, 2015
Brief Encounters With Beautiful MenThere is a chord at the center of me, braided / Of all that I've been, am, or even will be. / And I am built around it, eye
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Apr 6, 2015
Beauty Like ThatIt is all of value. / The days when I am wrought through with tired fear, days like bogs, / Bed, a big dark hole I cannot lift my body from.
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Mar 13, 2015
When I GoWhen I go I will go far / I'll follow the sun from the riverbed of my childhood home / To places where the mountains hold no snow
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Jan 29, 2015
SnakebiteYour voice is like a snakebite / If that snake had smoked a thousand cigarettes / And only spoke Spanish, or Italian, I never could tell
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Apr 17, 2014
A Prayer to the SeaToday, we do not have a panic attack, / Because we've learned how to sit, how to breathe. / Today, we walk on the shore of the vastness of humanity.
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Mar 13, 2014
AirportsI don't take up a lot of space / I am only a little bag of my own histories / White cloth tied with thin red strings
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Mar 13, 2014
Little ThoughtsI like the thought / of the sweet sound of breathing. / I like the breadth
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Mar 5, 2014
Little DeathsThis is what it means to be out to sea / If you fall in she will eat you / And she'll spit you back out as driftwood and pebbles
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Mar 5, 2014
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