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411
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Jinxa boiling heartHide the skeleton keyfor the lock iscracked and wrinkledSecond chances eye the keyhole butthe lost lover is a drunken navigatorYour strange faceflushedYour ambiguous mouth buries its head
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115105
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Allergy season --- achoo!
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500
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daily rituals of the flowered vase
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981411
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I see you in sleep,/
the sands of rememberance collecting/
in the corners of my eyes.
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5594
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Inspired by a poem I faved yesterday but which has been removed. The poet, whose name I couldn't pronounce and can't remember, seems to be gone now, too. Perhaps I am losing my mind...
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85443
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I had the blues. I was feeling down the day the circus came to town. There was cash in my pocket and a bag of weed. I went to the circus with a desperate need to renew my faith in the good of mankind. Perhaps under the big top some laughs I’d find.
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7877
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a twist / of broken wire and cedar posts
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92212
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Old scars at night burn hot and bright
Deep in her heart in Texas
She rides around with the ragtop down
Driving her brand new Lexus
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140138
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You were sophisticated in a way I/
didn’t understand but coveted.
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92297
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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13821914
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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831110
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Nothing feels more like summer than a watermelon war.
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58853
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Pulling out your tax records scribbled with your handwriting,
Pulling out photos of your best friends,
Pulling out writings about my long-gone grandmother,
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