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• she likes to dance on the edge. it's all she's known and she won't change now
• What she writes in my diary, I will read in twenty years
• She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• What if I saw him in three years, in another city: better?
• I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
• Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
• He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
• Fuck you I'm going to write poetry about your city
• that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
• She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
• She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
• The City of Lost Children
• She stopped me in the city. A lost soul gambling on random encounters.
• She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
• Are you still in touch with the one you lost your virginity to?
• ex-girlfriend is my best friend and now she's getting married
• she lit a fire and now she's in my every thought
• keep out of reach of children
• nobody writes poetry about nobody writing poetry
• I need another year alone
• She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
• Technology that gets lost between now and Star Trek
• Even Years Ago
• A rambling letter to the girl I met years ago
• This email is a response to your email of a year ago sent on February 6, 2000
• If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
• I have been orbiting this planet for thirty-seven years, and am just now starting to experience reentry (document)
• Things that would have seemed unbelievable about 11 years ago
• she blinks and yawns and keeps the night
• All Those Years Ago
• British Book Award for Illustrated Children's Book of the Year
• A Year Ago Today (superdoc)
• Written in Dubrovnik a few years ago
• This is the first time she's texted me since the morning she left.
• Nobody writes poetry about financial security
• The Meaning of Love Eight Years Ago
• How to teach cognitive neuroscience to a four year old
• I became a fish and a hundred years passed in a blurred stream. I remember it from long ago.
• She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
• a weather report from five hundred thousand years ago?
• Section 16 of the city I teach
• If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college.
• Jane and the Lost City
• Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
• Coach B
• Twenty years ago
• This essay was due a year ago
• 100 miles, 100 years and millions of lost souls
• It was 30 years ago today, Miyamoto taught the kids to play... (e2poll)
• Remembering all those years ago
• Teach Your Children
• relatedly somehow, there was a point a few years ago when I learned how to terrify
• All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
• will my heart be there, where I left it so long ago?
• Covid-19: masks work, we figured that out YEARS ago
• I met him two days ago and now he wants to fly me to Peru
• every day she stands there, waiting. every day, she's gone when i get there.
• she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
• Besides the part where she was the only one
• Don't touch that dial
• touch you
• The Touch (user)
• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• Do you know where your children are?
• It's Ten O'Clock Do You Know Where Your Children Are
• keep away from children and poets.
• keep away from children
• i'll meet you in another world, and hold you for a thousand years
• The Lost City of Z
• I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
• Bright College Years
• She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
• Where do they keep the car keys when they transport cars?
• I work where I went to college
• Santa Barbara City College
• Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
• I must use the daylight to keep looking and the nights to write
• now, when it's nearly impossible to get lost and twice as impossible not to be found
• She won't kiss him until she marries him
• Where organized religion lost me
• Where are we now?
• Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
• Right Where You Are Sitting Now
• Years from now I can tell the story of it
• what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
• she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
• A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates
• Where feminism lost me
• Another bed she does not own
• A young man writes poetry to the sound of the sea crashing
• She makes sniffing sounds, and I don't know if she's snorting coke or weeping
• Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
• She is not a girl, she is a woman. No, wait, she's a girl.
• If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
• I want to write poetry
• She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
• She shed
• She sits where she pleases
• (she's a monster) she ate my heart
• Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
• Nobody writes poetry about microbiology
• We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
• She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
• while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
• it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
• Three years she grew in sun and shower
• She writes like the wind moves
• She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
• Touch
• Another Year on the Streets
• touched
• She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
• Nobody writes poetry about science
• Keep out of the reach of children
• The Lost Children of Rockdale County
• It is of utmost importance that you prowl through the darkness, devouring lost children
• British Book Award for Children's Author of the Year
• British Book Award for Children's Book of the Year
• The Lost Children
• Lost Cities
• the voices of lost children
• There are women and tender children where those shells fall, but war is war.
• Married with Children
• Lost for another night
• Write me a City - a Creativity Quest (document)
• It's cold in the city. I find my intimacy where I can.
• Once and somewhere far away I might have found peace, but now I can't live without this city.
• cities full of ravens, silent concrete echoing back while she sings
• The City of Lost Souls
• Just another moment lost in eternity
• How to Keep Playing Music In College
• I am now a college graduate
• This book was stolen from the Harvard College Library. It was later recovered. The thief was sentenced to two years at hard labor.
• There is poetry in my soul, but I keep it on a short leash
• Think of a typical high school movie. Okay, now think of a typical college movie.
• Iowa. Noders. Flirting. SOLIDARITY: Another Meet in IA City
• we are not lost in the mortal city
• No One Here Is Ever Going to be President: Noders raise things in the city where things fall down
• Another New Year
• in a world where the bar keeps seeming to be lower, where stupidity has got a foothold, there is room for excellence and uncompromising vision
• The Lost Years of Shakespeare
• Lost Years of Jesus
• The day she lost the light
• My Heart is lost, What Can I Now Expect
• She keeps her lies everywhere
• I'd rather be lost than be where you call home
• I am no doubt moving. The question now is not where, but how. My life changes everyday. Big deal.
• Once I googled your old screen name and found web pages you made in high school. Are you married now? Is that why you haven't called?
• I am now a married woman
• lost poetry
• i keep my bad poetry
• Where is that moment now?
• Where Are They Now?
• I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
• Gin Soaked in: White-Knuckled Terror Chef: Where's Your Iron Now, Schmuck?
• what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
• Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?
• Where is your savior now?
• it won't kill you to breathe it in, but it may change you, years from now
• We don't write poetry because it's cute
• try to memorize this moment so that years from now I can tell the story of it
• How (and why) to send your mail from another city
• Where is your god now?
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• Another New Years Eve
• i told him to write poetry on my arms
• How robots write poetry
• Robots don't write poetry. Anymore.
• How to write poetry like a teenager
• How to write poetry
• How to Write Bad Poetry
• Another.. New Years Eve

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