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 I have friends who are from Buenos Aires Their families don't discuss sex till a girl marries Will talk about Santa Claus Ask at what... [read more] |
 As if anything matteredExcept the machine choosing for the first time. Something completely unseriousLike some option in BG3 Like we... [read more] |
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We've already begun To slide down that slippery slope Because our President is a dope? It's easy to point blame At someone who... [read more] |
 When it comes to creating the kind of world we’d like our world to be Is it possible one answer could be swimming… with the ott... [read more] |
 return to the bank I came back years later, much later. The incline had eroded in one section, and someone had placed a pl... [read more] |
 I woke to an empty, mossy aquarium, where hollow silence breathed against the glass; Thirteen shattered stars on my ceiling kept falling thr... [read more] |
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The songs from those years still know me, better than most people ever could. They carry heavy lyrics through streets of old strangers and y... [read more] |
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I met her at Lollapalooza She said she was from Tuscaloosa Strangest gal I have met Yet I cannot forget The one who calls hersel... [read more] |
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A RECORD OF YOUR THOUGHTS ON ANY GIVEN DAY MAY TIE YOU UP IN KNOTS WITH WHAT YOU CHOSE TO SAY IF YOU CONNECT THE DOTS THEY MIGHT PROVIDE A W... [read more] |
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We have not even touched but we have felt sparks. We have not even touched but we have fall in love with other. We have not even touched but... [read more] |
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MY OWN DESIGNS There are so many designs in the snowflake as lovers take Designs on each other; for this, Romeo and Juliet are relegated To... [read more] |
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I hear your name when the house goes dark, Like a song I didn’t know I still remembered. You catch me off guard on an ordinary Sunday, And I... [read more] |
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"at the bank" You stepped down the incline before I did, testing the ground with the side of your shoe as i... [read more] |
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"absence" absence hangs around, not because you asked it to, but because it won’t leave —a shadow that keeps pac... [read more] |
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“town twilight”I prythe lidoff the pot,steamwafting outinto the outsideKerbside,someone walks pasteyebrow raisedglancing in as if the s... [read more] |