I eat the dirt, it taste like dirt
it is not the dirt, i profess it is.
It is not the sun, it is a smile
it helps me realize, it is not.
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I stand, alone in the wind, berift, tired
and cold.
The window glazed from ice, grand
image, even grander.
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Since we are not talking about blood, let us stop
the wast of silver in these, your last still, when
you sat for me, to have that picture taken.
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I know, I sleep a lot,
I, blush, blush some
more, may I ask, all
of you, are familial
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I walk, i walk into you every where i go.
I walk into every face, i look not down as i should.
Do you even see me when I walk by?
I see you wipe away a tear, i think it is mine, i run into you
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Dear poetess, the huntress
I know you are probably male, so i know,
you know, i have issues with males..
Sometimes i have issues with females to, rarely.
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The little wooden horse you gave me, when I
came home from hospital.
I watch you through the window, in your smock, planting
a new garden.
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