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As I WalkI see my heart. It is an open vessel of adventure, romance, and new life. / I see my limbs. They are a creamy skeleton of walking, breathing life. / I see my kitchen. It is a white-hot inferno that wafts the rising wheat.

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Sep 7, 2010

Being There, Being With YouIn the back of my mind there remains a dock, / A dock that rests on the shimmering surface of a lake. / In the back of my mind, beneath the grime and dust of a memory of stolen nights,

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Aug 21, 2010

Looking UponEyes that look upon the iridescent, / Mine eyes that rush with his lunar flowing. / I look upon them in astonishment

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Aug 21, 2010

On the August DayShe now will forever sleep, she now will forever lay; / Ghostly faces turn towards her in dread. / The sister’s hands held tightly as they pray,

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Aug 21, 2010

Say it Again?I / Yearning / If it is yearning-

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Sep 7, 2010

This One I Will Refuse to Destroy MeThis one I will refuse to destroy me, / Pick me up, toss me out and leave me in the morning; / The loneliness that echoes inside sets her free.

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Sep 7, 2010

When it HurtsIt hurts when you touch me like that. No, it doesn’t ache or burn or offend or leave me in a physical state of harm. It just hurts when you touch me like that. / Yeah, like that. / It doesn’t hurt when you remove your shirt and I my skirt.

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Aug 21, 2010

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