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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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We are the generation who tattoo our stories on our bodies, who pierce what appears impenetrable; we fly our scars like pennants.
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When the sky was thinner and water faster, we would chase the falling stars.
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It was too young to be love.
We were 5,
a buzz-cut me,
and you,
plated with babyteeth
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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My Grandma caressed
my sleeping Grandfather’s feet
as we sat in his hospital room after hours.
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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Like the willow she stands alone, swaying.
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But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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5:57, and sunlight insinuates itself under my eyelids. today I wake up to the noise of time slowing to a mere trickle. today I wake up and I can't remember where I am or what your name was. I feel you fading into nothing but a…
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Gone Heather,
with her hands in her hair,
silent for help,
over-involved now scared.
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