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Apology**The fragments of the sumptuous** / thirty-plus / have been dispersed about me
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Feb 19, 2012
Minute Michael**Minute Michael upright sat, morningwise, donning the dayspring shine.** A squint-eyed Michael flip fumbled floorside, unmeaningly frolicking through a sunstained daze. / With armsthrough and torsocovered, a once morningshamed Michael, now shamecovered, left-footedly saunters kithenbound. / Downfaced, Michael straightback bends, greeted legpurringly by Mr. Muffin, a furlined feline.
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May 30, 2012
Quietus**They say the neon lights** / Don’t often burn that bright / Splintered from my urethra
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Feb 19, 2012
Secret**At this particular juncture** / You are my salacious secret. / My impulse and my desire
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Feb 19, 2012
Secret no more (Secret 2)**I’ve once heard musings** / Of recitation reflecting an area / Of negligence that should
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Feb 19, 2012
Something**My growing disdain for any semblance of a productive life has grown far greater than I could have hoped.** / When once I embraced life with a wide-smiled, open-armed optimism, I have only been left with this inexorable malaise. / It is a personal strife I endure ever day. My existential outlook has collided with the nihilistic propaganda force fed to the multitudes at an alarming rate. The functions, gatherings or otherwise diminutive events of the more fortunate seem to have subsumed the necessity for a more literate or enlightened future.
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Jun 15, 2012
X, Y, Z**Downward spiral** / In rejected denial / Put on a duplicitous smile
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Feb 19, 2012
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