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On Mathematics1 + 1 isn't math. / It's life and it isn't hard. / 1 + 1 is love.
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Third Wheel Things.The expendable existence. / That uncomfortable rat on your skin. / The cut in your gums that bleeds when you chew.
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Why Does the Sycamore Fall?Graceful life by the river / doesn’t end by choice. / Some war like lightening
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The Fire BreatherHis eyes feel like mad August; / his breath, hot like hope. / there’s oil in his insides,
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The Perks of a Thick SkullI. The hell my mind tries to tame. The honey writhes and spits in a wrinkled cage. / II. Harvest the thick of oxygen, but never dance in the gale. Heed the vocal constellation, but never try to scream along. / III. I taste the dry tears of last minute musings. Thorns hiss at my flesh; so still I part the green to avoid the forest’s swallow.
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Vernal Fussthe sun has finally worked out its affair with the clouds. / and the snow has expired into a feeble slush. / dirt is bustling with exasperated seeds:
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Smile SickI be smile sick / And tired as books / But I be pondering on a snow-less starfire
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mississippiWillows creak in that soil / and I can hear / a tight pack of crickets shudder;
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Drowning on PurposeWhen I was sixteen sun-dazed and shining / I dove feet first into / the Pacific,
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The Fault in Our StarsThe fault / in our / stars
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