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CeeVee, Texas.We lay on our backs, looking up to the sky, watching the clouds drift and dance across the indescrib
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Bitter PillsI was sure that this feeling was gone for good, / but trial and error has yielded more error than it
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Beauty?I tire / Of the perfect: / Of the flawless, / The azure, / The quiet, / The pastoral. / I tire of su
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Words of a Feather.Singing birds are often better off caged, and maybe I’m no different. Maybe it’s safer, biting my to
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The Trees Grow Diagonally in Texas.I don’t understand how you could me mine. / (What does the proud oak want with the pine?) / I can’t
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SuncatcherSuncatcher. / Looking straight past your actions, I find your intentions. I read them in dark pupils
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Anchors.I want to write something to fix me. / I want to write something to heal my wounds, to hide my scars
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This Is Not A Poem.I head outside for cold air and quiet, escaping too-loud laughter and the filth of drunkenness. As t
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On Happiness, Love, and PuzzlesYou don't make me happy. You are my happiness. The difference between the two is simple, but importa
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The Final Disollution of Molly RiddellI used to never cry. / I was so proud of myself then. / I used to make everyone happy, / and I mean
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