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 Aug 2014 Margaret
Valo Salo
My pure heart
Is pure pop
My pure soul
Is pure drug

Sucker for love
Shooting it up
Spilling my tears
Raining all years
Stop refreshing your messages.  He has not replied. He will not reply. Delete all his words. Just because he said he cared for you when he was drunk, doesn't mean he will remember when he is sober.
When Ebola’s fever begins to rage,
The prognosis isn’t nice,
Monoclonal antibodies
are needed from three mice.
The mice must first become exposed
to a weakened viral strain.
Their antibodies harvested
and combined with those of man.
Strangely the proteins that we need
are grown best in a ****.
A modified tobacco plant
will do the job indeed.
The serum, that derives from plants,
had not had human trials.
(but eight of ten young chimpanzees
endorse  what’s in that vial.)
Our missionaries, sick unto death
were clearly in no position
to refuse to try the medicine
that might provide remission.
Their rebound was miraculous.
To Atlanta now they fly.
Man finds himself in debt to a mouse.
“Good job, little guy!”
Mapp is a biotech company that produces the serum that has apparently saved two American missionaries from the Ebola virus. Their approach involves recombinant DNA to harvest antibodies from mice exposed to fragments of a dead ebola virus. Tobacco plants are used as a host to grow the monoclonal antibodies in volume to produce the serum
 Aug 2014 Margaret
AJ
Daisies
 Aug 2014 Margaret
AJ
I guess it's hard to pity
Some drunk girl whose not very pretty.
 Aug 2014 Margaret
Jo
senses
 Aug 2014 Margaret
Jo
my eyes cannot see you
my ears cannot hear you
my hands cannot touch you,
*but my heart will still love you
If you*  love  me
Then don't go.

Please stay
.





Stay with me.
 Aug 2014 Margaret
Jeremy Duff
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 Aug 2014 Margaret
Jeremy Duff
rm
You're cute
and you're beautiful, and while these may be mere words, they are true.

I want to hold you and squeeze you and kiss you forever. My favorite place is wrapped in your arms and my favorite plant is the one you gave to me and my favorite kisses are the ones you give me and I'm not sure why I'm saying this. Maybe it's because I haven't today, or maybe it's because I'm aware that I have an audience. I know you'll read it and I know Kota will read it and Liam will read it and so will Chloe and so will strangers in Florida and strangers across seas.

I want someone I've never met halfway across the globe to know how much you mean to me and how sweet your kisses taste.
c:
 Aug 2014 Margaret
Aoife Teese
i suppose there is a lot of unsung symbolism in giving someone a plant, as plants have become an average gift to give in occasions of celebration, such as moving into a new home or graduating from school.

every moment i am with you is a cause for celebration.
you are a celebration.

no matter how many plants i can give you to put on the windowsill in your bedroom will symbolize the celebration i feel in knowing you to it's true color.

because i feel fireworks in my chest brighter and louder than the ones we kissed under and i feel happier and bubblier with you than drinking the alcohol i like to drink too much of and you give me more pleasant thoughts than the color i chose to paint the walls of my bedroom

and no matter how many poems i write
and no matter how many words i say
none of them quite amount to the sheer immensity of what i feel for you
and you deserve disgustingly cute poetry
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