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A SnapshotI swear she’s just a child, yet she holds my head in her hands. / Grasps me like a haphazard rock atop a traffic cone. / And like a bandy Goliath
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Jun 29, 2011
BeThey’ll let me live / When there are no longer words for me. / They’ll let me exist
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Jun 29, 2011
Beauty QueenMaking minds that hide behind pixelated eyes- / Dance like fools and fire to flies. / Glued to the screens of the likes of me;
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Jun 29, 2011
Bottoms of GlassesBottoms of glasses, under screw caps and vases. In pepper pots, though holes in socks, twixt blooming buds and fasteners. Kitchen’s sink; shades of pink, through willow-wood hearts and: / Behind Polaroid frames and flashbulb flays, measuring pixels and yards and: / In sewing thimbles, between knitting needles; gentle beetles, playing cards and:
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Jun 29, 2011
Eyes of MineRemember that day, you looked me in the face? / The reflection of the sun leaving lines in it’s place. / Blue eyes mean nothing but reflections of skies
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Jun 29, 2011
Ginso I drank half the bottle / to tell her how I felt / but wasn't home that morning;
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Jun 29, 2011
Lust LimitationsShe cannot be any more for me. / Cannot touch, cannot see or know / What it would mean to lie beside her.
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Jun 29, 2011
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