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GreenWhat a ridiculous thing / to avoid what makes you hurt. / A refusal to acknowledge / the prickers on
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Am I the?I am the moon / Illuminating the darkness which paralyzes my trust. / At night is when I feel both f
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Breakfast with Youbreakfast with you / dripping with innuendo / and that duck hunt hat / makes me feel like i’m being
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The DustbowlThe thing is, the town grew restless / living deep within the dustbowl, / so they placed mountains b
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HesitationI retreated from something, I retreated. I didn’t want that. / Intermittent stars of isolation, this
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UntitledThere is nothing / like the buzzing / of your own heart / in your own ears. / Nothing greater / noth
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FreshWhen I was young / and summer was fresh / I used to watch / the worms / bathe in the driveway / duri
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Strange LoveI fall in love / with an average / of 13 people / per day. / It’s the little things / that move me /
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ElizabethThere is a pile of children’s blocks stacked up beside this mother’s apron; they spell out centuries
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Nothing Is MineToday I discovered. / Nothing is mine; / It's yours, too. / The lip prints on my bowl, / the wax fin
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