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A casual day can be unusually retrospective:In a coffee-house / not far from where the sun gifted me with my mother / I realize that everyone looks like something out of the best noir film;
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Oct 7, 2013
A man from Scotland is a man well raised, one can suppose.Conner is a lovely man. / He laces his wants through me with fine, pale features. / I cannot say what I would like of him--
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Jun 6, 2013
A peculiar creature!I am an earthy creature, / rooted firmly below the oaks of my surreal forest. / My persona is that of something calmer,
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Feb 11, 2013
A poem titled, "Sequence."This is me, / not being a fan of techno. / This is me,
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Mar 5, 2013
A sigh of relief and a dose of acceptance.My vocabulary dwindles, / intellectualism loses it's prime. / I can escape from that.
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Jan 12, 2013
ChangesA girl who can no longer speak of herself in a better light is lost. / She is so sore, / and afraid.
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Mar 4, 2013
Cheap necessities only matter to the girls whom long for it:Today I kissed a girl, / she smelled of pine trees-- / I clearly remember,
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Jul 23, 2013
Children of innocence cultivate arroganceI cannot reside in selflessness, nor can I reside in senselessness. / My pride alleviates both. / Dreams do not exist from my stand-point,
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Dec 30, 2012
Cleansing is natural to those whom allow it.Sitting alone in one's room in the dead of night has the ability to provoke much unhindered thought. / If I could think to dance, / there would be fire ablaze in my eyes;
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Jul 8, 2013
ClosureGlances speak louder, / than any word you've said to me, / meaningful farewells.
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Feb 1, 2013
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