Influx of insecurities
copper oxidized and
flowing to a point filling her flesh with pools of heat and sorrow.
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Walking out on the cusp of a darkened heart
The warmth pulls out to the breaking point of the icy river
and I see colorful neon surf crash through the holes in an abandoned factory, almost like the holidays still occupy abandoned places.
The musty scent of frozen pine and chimney smoke hides the fact that the night is quiet.
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'Boy that Blondell was some dish...always one of the guys... your closest pal'
She said ' you can only watch Gold Diggers thirty-nine times before you begin to slip into a tap'
I said 'jump into the fountain and I will follow you, only, after you'
'but you are too drunk to swim tonight? '
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For those who have never read
I give you simple writing
the reckless
the morning
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I ascended the stairs, stopping on alternative steps.
A memory had cracked the sky,
For the first time in the 4 years since it happened,
It was as if I was shot with a diamond.
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She opened her legs to let the light in.
She opened her lips like budding tulip,
in the spring awakening, addled with pollen
We made the bed and tuned the radio.
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Skid Row!
its where I'm destined to go
beneath the fallen branches
and clogged gutters
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Waiting for a spark of creativity
a starting point
middle beginning ending.
Is homeless
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The cold wind floats in war cries of past tribes.
The spirits of these plains inhabit the prairie fires.
When I enter one of those places, you know gambling houses?
people often ask me howling how I made out,
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