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boo croon the sunflowersboo croon the sunflowers / and **** squeaks the jay / this garden was not tended to
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these ************ daysliving can be tiring and decisions regretful, so often we find ourselves / marching to the beat of obligations’ drummer – unnecessary paths are safely untreaded / doing only because the doing is necessary – to keep life at its homeostasis
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The firefighter explained to meThe firefighter explained to me / My brain was still aflame. / I have to water down my thoughts
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HiroHiro was such a clever guy. / he always said the funniest little jokes, even when he was Hiro-chan, to me. / he used to act like a cat when he was frustrated and, and-
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Father, Son, Mechanic...Father, Son, Mechanic… / Man, I’ve wanted to talk to you – really talk to you – for some time now. / to see your face in front of me, instead of dangling from necklaces,
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The Price of Gin and TonicHis father was a drinker, / his father was a drinker. / And for him,
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The Bed of William's LakeIn sophomore year, I was top in the county, one of the very best. / The school even made me a mug: / Johnny McCarthy: World’s Greatest Running Back.
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Leah and her scythemen would always tell me about the / arcs of screaming air splitting through gaia’s hair, / the heads of wheat falling, light shredding, and the sun bowing before
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The Romancing of an American Teenager:You make my hormones rush, baby, and I can make you laugh with recycled clever-sounding comments while you uphold decent conversation on your end. / You dress in a way that makes me notice the curves of your upper thigh and angles of your wrists. We have so many platonic(?) tickle wars and pillows fights. My arm goes around your neck when watching a movie at a friend’s, but I let it hover over the cushion of the couch. Let’s not be hasty here. / Come on, baby, let’s kiss during a casual conversation outside the high school one day, and from there feel obligated to date for a one-to-three month period.
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My Father, the PhilosopherMy father was a philosopher, or liked to pretend as much. / He couldn’t look at the world for what it was, but rather what it represented. / “This tree isn’t just a tree,” he’d say,
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