276 6 4
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He wonders if she'll look at him.
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73400
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It’s good to get fucked in the rain.
It’s good to get fucked in the back seat of a power boat on a river in the hot summer air with the mosquitos sucking the life out of you.
It’s good to get fucked with your bare back rubbing up against the rough bar
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53124
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slow walks in the park a hug after a job well done trips to…
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7000
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Sometimes you do need pawns
to make the other chess pieces feel important
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2015023
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But I wasn't getting out...
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3714322
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She pulls shame from pockets, tosses it into the brackish air.
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89440
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The coffee filter rustles like the Pages of your notebook, which Only tires you even more. Make your drink strong to Make up for the lack of resolve In your shoulders, and Your weak promises. The familiar sound of percolation And you reach the…
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11981311
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My books wound you. They wound me / too.
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155173
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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129185
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And if the dead can't wait, they crouch
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92111
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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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83821
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Life is a beach, not an enormous ashtry.
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100431
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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8000
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The wind’s been howling for a long time
and needs your poem to fill its emptiness
longing and inner silences with mauve oats,
hope and the purity of pleasure
you originally brought to the world
of unnatural hurt
The wind’s been howling
a
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900
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Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs. Oui?
No?
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