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 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
brooke
Dreamed about you
last night, I hid in the
sunflowers against an
old white house and
you came to find me
(c) Brooke Otto
 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
Khalife
Karma is a *****
(please excuse my french)
She turns right around to bite you in your derrière
I played him for you
You played me for God knows who...
I thought you were the one
My mistake
Now that I look back on the mornings we'd just stare into each others eyes
It was all a disguise
I'm drawing the line
You're poison to me.
 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
Kevin Mann
Wild eyed, dark faced boys.

The kind of children not born,
but pressed from murmurs.

Every morning
on the way to school

I saw them,

just beyond the play yard,
in the woods, smearing

in and out of trees,

slowly, loyally,
collecting the sap

of desire.
My mother once told me
                        "Never run from your problems!"
but here I am
escaped to a smaller town
and it seems all
my problems
have left me alone.
© Daniel Magner 2013
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