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I'd rather not knowNews hits you in the face / Like vodka on the side of the throat. / This inescapable mess

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Jun 21, 2013

No conscience, no patience“The rest of us are compressed / Chest to chest, with whoever stands next. / Dislocating themselves from the mass, others

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May 10, 2013

Teddyhere you are on my bed / staring up at me with your / olive black eyes.

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Jul 7, 2013

The copper beech treethe copper beech tree, / rooted over the road, / seems ageless though it has been,

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Jun 21, 2013

UntitledPlaying god (minus that divinity) / I create you. / Your fingerprint like contours on a map,

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Jun 21, 2013

Why do we shower?Is it really because of the paranoia, / Or the shameful receiving of a glare, / As you eat your pesto pasta?

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Jun 21, 2013

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