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I Know Depression (Slam Poem, Edited Version)Everyone talks about depression as if they know it. / But what they don’t know is that depression is a hooded figure standing just outside of a wooden doorway, / it’s feeling the blood dripping down your skin and having the sick thought of “Oh, look how beautiful the red is” (they always say red is my color).

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Train tracks*I lost my innocence / Beside railroad tracks / And learned my love

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Suburbia (Slam piece draft)I grew up in suburbia- / With picket fences as white as the faces / Who say they're godly enough to save babies

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Flame*We all / Dance around / A fire with lipstick

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SeashellsA storm was rolling in / Over the ocean waves, / And I sat in the sand

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Sea BreezeI met him at the dock, / While the witch's hour watched / Lovebirds dive nakedly into the sea.

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Tuesday*It was a Tuesday evening; / Just about 7 o'clock, when / I stopped to smoke a ciggie

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I Know Depression (Slam piece, final edit)Depression is a hooded figure standing just outside of a wooden doorway, / Blood dripping down your skin and having the sick thought of “Oh, look how beautiful the red is” / *(everyone always says red is my color).*

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Red Wine Gypsy Night, Tipsy Faith, and the OscarRed, edifying & ditsy, / Wine illuminated names -- eclectic, / & gypsy. Yippee persons; So yawned

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Lotus*Oh, beautiful flower, / How wistful in woe, / Paint peace in your petals

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