brandon-webbWhisper

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1117 west 16th streetI type in that old address / expecting google not to show a house / to show the empty lot
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Jan 3, 2013
A Memory of Someone I've Never Met, Formed From Red LightsThere are two tonight- / two ambulances, / red lights illuminating the dark neighborhood
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Feb 22, 2013
A Nap Under Classroom Lights On The First Sunny Day Of SpringThe sun is out today, / the clouds are absent. / The flags flap lazily on the pole
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Mar 8, 2013
AnimalsI sit here / drinking six bag Bengal Spice tea / listening to Pandora
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Feb 16, 2013
An Old Song For Old ThoughtsThe title comes back to me / and suddenly / at 1:38 in the morning
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Jan 13, 2013
Back, UnfortunatelyI stumble into the dark house / holding a clothes basket and a backpack / and marvel at how strange it is to be back.
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Nov 15, 2012
Beauty Lies In The Smile Of The Girl Chopping OnionsHe says / "we're close enough, lets just go" / and i agree, reluctantly
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Jan 2, 2013
ChocolateI spent over a hundred dollars / just on chocolate / for her
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Nov 19, 2012
Close Enough To See Her Life, Not To Have a Part In It.She sits there / fifteen feet from me / alone.
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Feb 21, 2013
Colors Through The Window Of a Doorthe absence of lamplight reveals the world behind / the usually covered french doors; / as the world becomes darker the sky glows purple
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Feb 21, 2013
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