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Attached in the center were the petals of a small flower pressed in wax paper. Uncreased, she read it out loud
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141981
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As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
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3752611
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Silk loves a curve, as do I
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my love is not unlike a pile of trash
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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118100
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You need only one who notices.
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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After he got on one knee, and she said, I do. After they watched the televised bombs disappear the city. After everyone fell asleep. After shock and awe, him and her making love…
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Our lips can touch, just touch. Our lips can touch, but they can't really touch.
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109933
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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72187
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I want a perfect American life
in shambles.
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1531811
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I would like to describe the morning with the absences of dark
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111385
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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You are to me a softness like a staying, a hardness that stretches like a road.
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