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The screen door slowly opened. I was expecting the second / coming of perfection.
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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all about the American dream
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4122
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His is the silence of last words
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One skeleton in an acid pit
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an EZ How to Guide in 50 simple steps
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I called bullshit on it all and just stopped.
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Crunching gravel beneath my feet, the sound of approaching death.
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the moon's got it out for
the far-sighted
punkish usuper supping
on the upswing of
a downward slope
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The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
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while upstairs pretty ladies on/
a calendar lounged without a/
drop of sweat
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Turn on the ocean,
And I will wrap you,
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I sat there, observing the city people. Frowns upon all our faces. The rain moistened my heart and journal. A blind family; a trio. They used their wands to lead the way.Their faces read joy but, most importantly, satisfaction.My envy filled the damp page.
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