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I've got a problem,
one eye is shut and
my mouth is in the
middle of my face.

My nose leans to
the right while
the children in
the corner mock.

The brush
paints an ear
where there once
was none.

I look like I'm missing
a chromosome. X,y, or z-
It's a little bit of you,
and certain parts of me.




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.sweet cherry blossomlosing their power to clingpaints an old man's sky.

.Hand me your hand, my child;please don't be wary.You will feel right at homein our suicidal sanctuary.Here bleeds ****** Bobbywho chose the northern bridge.Over there is Moldy Maggie, locked herself inside a fridge.The birds and bonessing for those drowning in the sea,this sector is preservedfor the carotid artery.Bathtubs and toasters,oh, what a joke!Can't stand the singed hair,can't handle the smoke.Yes, we have a pool.I won't swear that it's true.We keep it filled upwith  idiots...like you..

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~The sting of reality hits me square on the chin,
and these four cold walls keep closing in.
I'm gonna leave this old town,
I wanna leave it today.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.

Over these crumbling chimneys,
and these sun cracked tiles.
Beyond the sea of heartache
and those faking their smiles.

I'd surely leave tonight,
I don't even care if the sky is gray.
Give me ten thousand balloons
and I'll fly away.~





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thunderstorms and rainbows-


a delicate rose in bloom
pools on brick and daffodils--

sunshine lighting my room

red knee highs and a cotton dress
a beggar bums some cash--

the answers to life are in the puddles
it's up to you to make the splash.




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Now, lil' Jack Horner
go sit in yer corner-
the anger in here's growin' fat.

You need not fight me
to help to drown misery-
I'm always willing to drink to that!.

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She said that nothing makes the softest pillows--

Illusions get locked behind doors
in the dissolving sand castles,
to narrowly escape on the thin dangling threads of summer starlight.

Atlantis wants to surface and touch her hand--
To feel the warmth that rises to the surface of her olive skin.
As soft as the sea where the wind doesn't blow--

Until each baby blue eye mimics the sky.

She fluffed up her pillow and  she
disappeared.



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