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 My hope is I can let go of your rope. You will find a guy. Your dad will be glad. A guy who'll bring a tear to your eye. In your eye,... [read more] |
 "afraid to die? afraid to live!... ...but God!" (with a pregnant pause... gently pressing my double-bridged perscription glasses up t... [read more] |
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in the sparkling eyes of the child peering judging my aging craven spirit; "fuck you, danga; you got old" it seems to say. i calm dow... [read more] |
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The tares are in the family The bloodline is weeded and seeded But not all of us are bad Pure bloods... [read more] |
 Listening feverously wind slapping the shutters in mock Rasta rhythm dancing raindrops plopping against windowsi... [read more] |
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Tulip patterns in crimson tattooed on the other side of my phantom eucharist a portrait between my hands I pour the color from my eyes into... [read more] |
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Little man, you wear your wings so well. Yes, I see them... moonlight loves your radiance, and sunshine melts its passion into your regal he... [read more] |