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one for the sorrow two for the joy three for a girl and four for a boy hey magpie their fair isn't fair hey magpie what's ours is all theirs six for the rich with five from the poor secret handshakes and bolts on the door hey magpie their fair isn't fair hey magpie we'll…
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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they rip the invisible stitches and race over the surface of the distance between us and kiss.
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When not enough is left to utterThe syllables it takes to say,Goodbye--Disassembled and developed,Laid upon the ground,Like the girded gridlockOn your smog befitted brow...Goodbye.And what if I said, hello?What if I said, good day?Would it change your sunken bodyAnd repair…
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For the first time in her life Debra would be able to feel the music as it blazed around her, the smoke of it choking and thick. Marta smiled at that thought and returned inside where she sat down on the couch and didn’t mind if she ever wore clothes agai
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At the end of the documentary film of my life,
there would be your whistle.
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Your wandering kisses entered my soul
Then my flesh, then my holes
You filled them all
Like a Norwegian hall
Like a Swedish sailor
Drunk with ale
You fell inside me
And you’re falling still
It was a thrill
I can’t sit still
I got a chi
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Yes, I‘ve pulled my own heart apart
I shouldn’t start
Well, guess what, my fiction isn’t really fiction
But I guess you know that now, don’t you?
As for me, I don’t mind the tar
As much as the feathers
So you can run me out of town
Anytime
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I felt I should write a song
To tell you what you meant to me
Something I needed to find inside
That surprised even me
I was blinded by myself
And couldn’t see that well
What did I do to deserve you?
I never knew
I’d been through h
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Among the Sworn Virgins of Albania
She must have lived far too long
I could not pry her legs apart
Even with a thong
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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