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Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my…
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Gone Heather,
with her hands in her hair,
silent for help,
over-involved now scared.
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The story is not my life.
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The night was a lilac bowl of darkness
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The connections are broken, the window, broken, the battery, dead
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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6152
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So what if you bit into the shark?
You would have written the words
Hemingway would have expressed
as the bullet went through his right temple.
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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I thought of you todayand what you put me throughthe time you saidwe couldn't rest.
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She walks alone in black high heels
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"Heaven-high, choking on our own breath and each other's tongues."
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Can't cope.
Got no hope.
Got no dope.
Call the Pope.
Get the rope.
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