kristineWhisper

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UmbrellasThere is a drizzle. / It is cold. / Cold wet splashes

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as I eat wasabi peasI’m nothing but ink / I’m bleached pulp dyed blue and red / Recyclable

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I am the Fire-StarterI am the instigator. / I ruin things. I ruin everything. / "Some people just want to watch the world burn." Well,

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CanyonsThere are canyons in my arms. / You don’t see them very well right now because they are old and filled with dark tissue. / But I remember when they were fresh and new.

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Dear Mr. VonnegutI was young / and you gave me words / and thoughts

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flesh eating loversand if I ever eat your flesh / know it is because I liked you best. / If I ever sell your soul

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Eight HaikuThrow away the keys / Lock the door, please let me be / Trapped inside my mind

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StarsI wish, I wish upon a star / That I could count the stars / But the universe ends too far

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PavlovPavlov / You rang a bell / and fed him food

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I think this poem(?) is about sex but I'm not really sure anymoreI long to feel your childish, unseductive touch. / The feeling of your disinterest in a state of arousal is that of a crime scene. / You investigate me with cold, unfeeling eyes

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