amelia-mohnWhisper

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AcuteYou love me, but she's pretty. / And it makes my ears all red and my head feel so heavy, like it's been forced into a 45 degree angle. / I walk wobbly. I remember I haven't eaten, but don't tell you about it. I don't say anything.
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May 1, 2017
bi carried your dog / across an ocean / or half a street
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Jan 8, 2014
BooThere are days when I wouldn't say I'm haunted. There are other days when I am held down completely by the ghosts in my head. / One memory stands alone, like a video game boss. It's the big one in the shape of an idiot with two roaming eyes and there is nothing worse than a villain who thinks he's done no wrong. / I made my intentions so clear. It was one of my rare moments of pure elation. I wanted to dance forever and see paradise.
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May 1, 2017
Clean up in aisle nineI swore I'd never grocery shop with you again because I hate the way you make decisions. You made me feel like the "frivolous" items you always ended up putting back. I should have been firmer than the other fruits, but soft enough for you to give it a try.
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May 1, 2017
discountI'm sick of finding my mother's things at thrift stores / pictures on the walls of my old house that drew my eyes when i couldn't look at anything else / i can't stand the thought of some slug picking them up
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Jan 8, 2014
geniusi wish i could remember the very last time i saw you, / where we were / if we even spoke
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Jan 8, 2014
nov52013i've done a bad thing i know i shouldn't give songs to others that you gave to me but i want the words to mean different / things now like our lives did when we split i think about you all the time and especially your teeth and your taste. you're / a reference point, youre the top of a flow chart you spin like a top and i don't have to guts to make it stop. i can't find
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Jan 8, 2014
oct262013you never gave back the key when you left, / so when i'm lonely i don't put the chain on the door. / sometimes the cat just sits there for hours
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Jan 8, 2014
oct72013you don't live here anymore, / but there's still a blue shirt / and a pair of shorts you should have tried on before you bought
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Jan 8, 2014
The birthday partyYou wake up on someone's front lawn, covered in dew. You brush off and drive to school. The teachers can't pin you down because you're always picking leaves out of your hair, but you're crying when they read Pinter. You're not good at explaining yourself, so you stop trying altogether.
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May 1, 2017
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