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Brick and NeedleThe Dentist's Assistant at / the Dental Clinic / is without man.
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Mar 4, 2010
Deep in the LungsI breathe in the cold day / and my lungs are chilled. / When I speak
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Nov 22, 2010
Eat, Curse, ****I look and I see a bird / perched on a stack / or chimney or something.
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Oct 7, 2010
HellI cross the yellow lines listening, wanting some punk destruction. Speeding, now, always, down the hill in N. I floor the pedal, screaming to the nightdreamers I was here. Burning the gasoline in my veins. They stay asleep. They don't deserve my howl, my cry, my kiss, but I'll keep screaming until my heart stops beating. / Hell is if I actually died.
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Aug 3, 2010
Jungle CatWith Jungle eyes / and cougar hide, / you sit at the bar in
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May 24, 2010
Lost Love Equated to PainShe grabs me by my eyes. / Blinded by her beauty I try to find her, / but she has me in her right hand.
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Apr 21, 2010
SmokingThe sweet smell of raisins / fresh from the pack. / A lit cherry is a beating heart.
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Mar 7, 2010
Sonnet 130Her eyes are not like the sun; / more red like coral red. / Her ******* are dun
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Nov 28, 2010
SundanceBury me with the River Spirit. / Frozen underground, / surrounded by snow
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Apr 18, 2010
To Ashley...The barmaid, / the one with the toned forearms / and the cute accent,
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Oct 7, 2010
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