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You couldn't make me give it up to cheapening words for all the empathy and adulation in the world
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Like a held breath, I have a secret I want to keep. Part wants to explode out like spring, but I
wait a little longer
, wait a little longer.
Maybe you can guess: it's got to do with
astro-geology
and sweaty mornings and digitized pornography.
Bigger than a breadbox
, it fell down from a blue sky and knocked my head over my heels. People never understand what a beaten wife means when
she says she loves him
, they never understand that
fate
is determined to be cruel and confounding. You've got to just wait for it to pass.
(the only hard part is it stinks like stale whiskey breath and aches like a
fast and shallow
pulse)
One hand didn't move all night. The other remarked, "
This is all real
," between dreams. The pieces of the room waited. We all held our breath, captured soldiers would not tell a soul.
Someday a
white old bone woman
will sit in her rocking chair and recite the part she didn't get.
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She thought about giving him her heart
It's easy to speak love in the dark... what about in broad daylight in the glare of the sun and the world
Live fast die young leave a good looking corpse
I H4XX0RED E2!!
Spilling over into words, we run out of space too soon
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
Because it is bitter and because it is my heart
Is it bigger than a breadbox?
All of her seconds were unencumbered
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Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
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April 3, 2002
It did not but, I think.. it will spill hope
Bless your brown eyes smiling
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