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Sticky LoveDo you remember the humid red that stained your cheeks? / Do you recall the sultry desire that overran your judgments? / Do you maybe reminisce on the unsynchronized gasping of needed breath?

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By The SeasideI can walk through the waves and the sand all day, / Just waiting for the tide to take me away. / There's a reason why I am by the seaside,

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Reassurance*I can’t*, I sigh. / *But you have to*, you assert. / *There isn’t the time*, I claim.

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A Little Bit of VulgarI want a kiss that is soaked by the rain, / On a street with no name. / I want a kiss in the ocean,

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College AvenueI must get lost in inspiration… because he was inspiring and I was taken. I felt the need to keep him in view and let the colour of the world bleed beside me like the blur of an oncoming car, recognized then forgotten. I could sit there consumed in patience, and when he spoke I would listen. Though, if he never did speak again, I would have been content listening to the way his shifted weight reset the chair beneath him. / I still think back to the night we met and I cannot quite grasp why he was there, or why he approached me. Maybe it was the laws of emotional physics that force those who are lonely to embrace another’s loneliness. So, from across the room he came, confident in the fact that I had no one to talk to. It took me less than a second to figure out that he was a fresh face, so I allowed him to ask me question after question. At each pause an appropriate nod, yes, or smile was inserted. We were having a conversation. / They say misery does love company, so maybe it was merely the atmosphere of dingy black lights and unfamiliarity that brought us together. A connection rooting from a mutual desire to be anywhere but there.

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In Another Place at Another TimeI ran into you again in the old café. / You know the one, with its yellow and blue vintage mugs, / The one with the mismatched chairs and Old Persian rugs.

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Formal DanceBlue eyes, / Bowties. / Set of brown,

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It's the "Sorry-I-Shouldn't Have", But You DidIt’s that addictive conversation you reiterate. It’s the knife cut staining the cutting board. It’s the black bruise that keeps spreading. It’s the crack in the sidewalk followed by the fall you forgot to brace. It’s the deadline missed. It’s the “this-not-that”. It’s the hour passed that you couldn’t afford to lose. It’s the darkness under the bed. It’s the crack in the ceiling. The creak in the step. The leaky faucet. The sour milk. It’s the abandoned dog’s cry. It’s the forgotten wallet on the subway train. It’s the stand up on a blind date. It’s the buying a carton of broken eggs. It’s the “I’m-sorry-I-forgot”. It’s the gum on the bottom of stilettos. It’s the cigarette smoke invading your lungs. It’s the bald man lurking around the corner. It’s the two yellow eyes amongst the sickening darkness. It’s the disease in your mothers breast. It’s the crisp brown leaves on your house plant. It’s the neglected number on a misplaced napkin. It’s the loose screw. The pull in your sweater. The miscommunication. The jammed index finger. It’s the first time and wishing it was your last. It’s the promised call that never came. It’s the clenched fist as you suffer the hit. It’s the threatening epidemic. It’s the “it-will-take-time” which you never took. It’s the adhesive fly paper you can’t shake off. / And it’s all of this, / Till you grasp it’s none of this.

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If You Love MeIf you love me, don’t leave me. / But if you leave me, I will still love thee. / If you love me, you can keep me.

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One-Way TicketI thought maybe, just *maybe* / If I cut deep enough I could reach my insides / Because that's where the hurt was,

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