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The Snowglobeshe was not chained, but tangled / in the fur of his kisses or the stickyness of his glances / it turned her fingertips red and made her eyes squeeze
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night flightat first when you take off / the world just looks small / a dollhouse, a miniature world
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The WhistleIt is a silver snail between the lips, / cold as a quarter bitter as a penny, / Not even the aftertaste of chlorine.
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Springtime in the CityFreckling the sidewalks: puddles. / All a-bloom with oil, dirt and the reflections of flocks of birds -- / Swarms of starlings winging around spires like maypoles.
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A Sunset SonnetThere is a sunset on expansive lake. / Its lip of waves soft with ripples, trembles, / eyes shed tears of falling stars and still ache,
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die and becomethe closest we get to feeling alive / is by sleeping with death / tangling with evil and emerging
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Blood In Blood OutBlood in / Blood out / My heart is an *****
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Switchedi've switched my dreams with reality / now during the day i dance with flying carp / and eat green tea ice-cream cake from the ceiling
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Define SadnessSadness is fear slowed down / so that we can observe every facet / it is a stillness, a little lucid dream
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Cold Feet ChesapeakeDark winter presses its cheek / against her window spying / with closed eyes
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