109 20 13
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I am not sure why I favor forgotten detritus from God's great tumbler...
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6380
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she worked her way into my arms/tangled, curly hair/half-open cherry mouth/clinging to me like she was my other nut
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800
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The juices dripped down to her heavy breasts since her chin was only there to hold her jaw in place.
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2210
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When I'm crashing on a couch
And I sink into the floor
And I write what I don't know
And I think what is mine alone
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97422
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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97612
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145021
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Standing hard at the windowCold clouds move, slowBlue horizon in the distance—It's just a slice of blue.All this beautyI miss it in the bitterness.I'm consumed by the missingThe emptinessThe unfairnessAlways some unfairness cropping upand capturing joy.Glancing high…
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4951
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4760
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Young girl / Stealing coins from pockets
/ Getting thrown out of school / The streets suited her well / There she blended
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11502311
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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112672
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My vagina invites you to a party
Whenever your time frees up
Or now,
Now would be better
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5762
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Minerva watched him / her mind was no longer clear and precise / it short-circuited
/ under the weight of mundane tasks
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2020
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In her soul, she sees beauty, forged in fire.
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108143
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for my father I want to memorize this our time together — what we did without her there to tell me You wouldn't want this life you're not cut out for it — and me the child…
|
55105
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I examined
her tattered hide; she had made a nest
out of a pile of fur.
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