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SurgeryIt's like stepping up to a golf ball. A white glove grips my left hand and an 8 iron dangles in my right. I slowly ***** my tee into the moist ground. I place the white ball upon it. I think of the possibilities of what could go wrong when I strike the ball. I aim. I breathe. I think: back straight, arm straight, mind straight. I exhale. I swing. Then watch and wait, like hearing that sharp drone and waiting for the flat line to waver so I don't have to say, "I'm sorry, but there were complications."

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Forget Me NotI wish you were here on this park bench / Together listening to stuttering bird beaks clench / Hand in hand our feelings spawning

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Grains of GoldA loaf alone is a tray of possibilities, / Yeast rises into form, / And then into slices.

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Splish, splash, flushFly like a bird and sting like a bee. / I find it glorious to sit and *** / Joy is in me soon you’ll see.

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Hey GodI am sad that I am always alone. / Please God, won’t you throw me a bone. / I always smile and wave to those I know,

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No Longer HumanWhat is this? / Enclosed, surrounded, but not trapped / in this valley

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EuphoriaEver lost your heart / In a boundless world / Free from havoc

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So Hungry I Could Eat A HorseAll I can think about / Is the rumbling. / The alarming roars

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Dear Andy, Thank you and GoodbyeDear Andy, Thank you and Goodbye. / 2/24/11 / A deep tiresome passion has been building up inside me,

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AtavismHumans manipulate / And in turn destroy ruin dictate. / In the name of progression

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