Swaying to the song of the breeze
My dress patiently undulates
Even if his hands aren’t upon them
...
Don’t rub these luxurious lights and glitter
On my face, I don’t need any of it
I’ll thrust it right it into your trying gut
Even before you could tell me its price
...
If he promised you kisses
Expect punches in the chest
If he promised you tomorrows
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When a fruit turns bad, is it still considered a fruit?
When a man kills, does he have the right to hurt?
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With feeble tries to move from this bed
Legs spread, arms reaching out
To a space that was moist, yet ambiguous
The golden brown sun mocks her
...
the pavements have the imprints
of the skins that once promised union
eternity as it were, yet it flew in haste
the rain has ceased but a deluge follows
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To the time wasted upon the stoplight
When I hung up the phone
Just to curse under my breath
As you strayed the white lights
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Cold sweat trickles from my forehead;
I shouldn't be afraid, even if the sirens
Ring past this reassuring day-old jacket
The movie ticket is still intact
...
Let me take a chance
On this love that they speak of
Darling does it baffle you
When you ask for my heart
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