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couple in the cemeteryyou two walk toward the sun like what you have is no big deal - but it is. / the tall dark and hands

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.may 7 2012.she’s gone and my world becomes a small comfortable bubble of washing dishes, making phone calls, gi

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her stories made me cry in a haciendai want a grade school kind of love / tiny paper hearts / handwritten, sloppy, love sonnets / a lot o

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our human heartbattleground / uncharted territory / hiding place / joyful aching bursting empty / familiar and myst

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my muse - my muse - my musewhen you did that thing you did / when you sang that song you sang / your mouth an open heart / pres

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she's gonenonny is slipping away. she can’t eat her eggs, they dry on her lips. her hand is a claw, deformed,

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