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 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Alexa Sz
No                                                        Yes
Why?                                                  
                                                              Why not?
Unlikely                                              
                                                              but reasonably possible
you can't
                                                              can
This is stupid
                                                              this is good
Why go through this
                                                              everything will change

Me                                                        Me

Waste
                                                             Worth it
I wont get there
                                                             you will
Help
                                                             Stay strong
                                                             Keep going
Hide                            
                                                             Live
 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Christian
I cut a clock in two
to have twice as much time.
I died at 42.


                                                                                                      

                                                                                          ****.
held is it if summer is most?
(and a bluffing manure ) finely a hotness
of unmarking serf. the beach
gambled with moonlight
errant frolicking cluttered foam
  and a little sharp rock bruising your palm
which is unshallow purple
like the firmer shade
i am whereing
on optic
orifice                             .                 spring is first. a wig of new moist teeth
                                                           cranking tirelessly sore lean branches effort
                                                           lessly green voice shaking in a gorgeous
                                                           breezy plain. crumpling swift hesitant cold
                                                           floundering winter shes'that like a me
                                                           a stupid magic at feverish impulse plunging
                                                           haphazardly clinging impotent listing surge
                                                           over the hairless empire of a bud bisected
                                                           most perfectly at the twaining force
                                                           this godless holy impudent burst
                                                           this SPRING
 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Christian
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 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Christian
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Hey dear,
I saw fear,
He was quite near,
to me.
I was too afraid to say hi.
cheeks came heavy
resolute of cherry blotches
some rough candy
between their blossomed chunks
sugary sourly
imbued so cleaving mine own
with that writhing
miraculously specific tongue
We are all subject to the inexorable laws of You
You give birth to the people and **** them
in many ways. You  unite and separate them
Make them love, hate and forget them one another
You make them smile and frown too

You will make somebody crown
and destroy the kingdoms, change
the roles and makes a child turn into a boy
A boy into an adult and an adult into an old man
or woman and finally take the breath away.

In this vast universe everybody
should follow your dictates
You have no beginning or end
you create the problems and solve them too
we vainly try to measure you
we may succeed relatively
but never absolutely
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