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PaintbrushesI love turning pens into paintbrushes, / gliding over the canvas of your mind; / then stepping back to see if there’s a picture,

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GlassSome say the glass is half full; / others say it is half empty; / I say it is half full of liquid

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#6These confused thoughts / are pearls / echoing against

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#5All these words / tile the pool that / floods with meaning.

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ObsessionI am the fire hose, / spraying with full intensity / at the flames of my current obsession.

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VaseEach time we were together, / a new piece was added to the / elaborate porcelain vase.

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Nothing LeftFaint songs, riding and twisting on / the wind; distorted melodies ripple in a / pool by the

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ExcavationI start with a backhoe, displacing / brain-sized clumps of earth. / A few fickle particles escape

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Gold CountryAfter the sun retracts its harsh tentacles, / I leave the field, / dripping with exhaustion.

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Too Many Open FilesI can be a waste of time, / electrons dripping into my veins / through my eye socket

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