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Blink, and I will fade away like the mist on the beautiful morning of your birth
Crawling through festering flesh, hungry and, yearning, they wait for the day they will tear away from the dark.
sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
Inches away from her face
I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
Some like it in the pot, nine days old
Cemeteries are boring, but I can't seem to stay away from this one in particular.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
'twas the telltale tink-tock of marionettes, he felt certain, that jingle-jangled from behind her shower curtain
Songs from Liquid Days
Get your dog away from my rims, cop
It looks like a tourism brochure photo from up here
She always was devious in her beauty
Having run away from a wedding reception
Home away from home
keep away from children and poets.
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
away from me
The mailbomb from the Christian Fundamentalists I pissed off should be here any day now
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
Staying power like no other memory, aside from love
The Day the World Went Away
The colors flow through her like a rainbow
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
I got a girl in the war, Paul, her eyes are like champagne
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
heart medications which all have names like alien military from other planets
I was less than one hundred footsteps away from you I suppose
The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
I write my secrets on the bathroom mirror, like Jesus, before wiping them away to check my hair.
Happy Labor Day from Insomnia Boy
Her novice beauty
Should I go to the movies and sleep the day away?
We've come from too far away, I think, to really make much contact.
We have divided among us, like thieves, the treasure of nights and days.
In the old days girls like this sat on rocks in the ocean
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue
Every day we stray further from God's light.
A month from a skylark, a half from a finch, a little from a wagtail and not a day from a swallow
Please leave me far away from your nonsense, woman.
Drop the hamster and back away from the canary
You can never get away from yourself
His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
Why do all the pretty things always run away from me?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She is lobbing rainbows at me from across the room and I am swallowing them like fear.
In the Fifties, a visitor from Great Britain to New York City notices a young Black woman driving a limousine. A portly middle-aged man, race undetermined, is in the back. Tell her story.
I crave it like well water, pulled up from the deep
the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
Even the moon likes to change her colors
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
I put away childish things, like myself
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
It clings to her like dedication in the rain
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
Women you know you should just walk away from
Hearts and thoughts they fade; fade away
The rest of the room, which fades away
stepping away from the computer, to go camping
Snatched away, like the Lindberg baby, who everyone talked about, which explains my lifelong fear of ladders.
Fields of sunshine bloom as the midnight in her dress falls away, replaced by moonlight.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Why I ran away from home
Ruth holding up time with her beauty
The day porn moved from film to video
The Ones Who Walk Away From Salemo
Beauty is like a Train
Her heart is in little tiny pieces that are going to blow away.
I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there
This mortal body of a thousand days
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
Can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
Slipping away from myself
NATO runs away from protestors in Victoria
Letter from Town: On a Grey Morning in March
You know you've been away from home too long
Any sufficiently nice person is indistinguishable from someone who likes you
walk away from time
blink fades from you
stop adoring from so far away
Stoned music memories
I've got to get away from all this escapism
He dreams between yesterdays, Cliff’s Hand Bag and Fade away blue
giant surface music falling to earth like jewels from the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, like a star. Does love flourish from afar?
vanished like a book from the library
Slow train from night to morning
what will the internet be like five hundred years from now?
Madness drips from the walls like the wax of weeping candles, and written in the residue is the question: Where Are You Now?
Keep guns away from drunks
Far away from home
To withhold forgiveness from a person is like drinking poison and waiting for them to die.
If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
scattering, like flower petals or crowds from the sound of a gunshot
Step away from the fridge, lardass!
Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
I ate her love like a nine-piece bucket of chicken
Oh! Snatched Away in Beauty's Bloom
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
First Christmas Away From Home
I don't like her because she won't like me
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
I like it when I dream of her. It's the only time we get to talk.
I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Waiting for the tear gas in my room to fade away so i can sleep
tiny alien ideas sprout in his brain, like baby incisors erupting from his testicles
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
running away from home
The further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get
You know our love will not fade away
Keep us away from us
I'd walk away from the dawn and leave for you
even cigarette smoking, Atlantic City gamblers walked away from the slot machines
returning to that place from far away and long ago
Till Eulenspiegel walks the tightrope
The day Wendy's snake got away
Only her hands would give her away
Suddenly alone among a million lives, far away from home
George W. Bush is a heartbeat away from the presidency
it'd break my heart but if i knew you got away it'd give me peace of mind till the day i die
Everything is about a week away from paying off
her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
As seen mouthed through one half inch of safety glass as the bus pulled away from the terminal and left a westward wafting cloud of exhaust
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
Waking from Drunkenness on a Spring Day
unwinding from the day
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
it's hard to turn away when it feels like she's singing directly to you
The Day They Gave Babies Away
i Kill Strangers, Stay Away From Me
From Spring Days To Winter (For Music)
Rise O Days from your Fathomless Deeps
How extravagant you are, throwing away women like that
The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
From Social Synapses to Social Ganglions: Complex Adaptive Systems in Jurassic Days
Watching Alex from the Third Floor on a Gray Day
Talk like a pirate day
A day like this could make a Transcendentalist out of anyone
Extinct lingo from George Orwell's day
Where do these girls come from these days? Some finishing school in the desert?
i'm a million different people from one day to the next
Some days it seems like the sun is landing on the earth
the day jbo got permission from DJ Assault to post lyrics
Days go by like sweet summer breeze; I don't know I... can't feel them anymore
Like 'a Day
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
Do Lobsters Cough and Other Things From the Days of Covid-19
The whole world smells like a laundromat and bud. Good bud, bud that makes you feel like the early days. Take your bong to the laundromat. Pass it around.
It's better to burn out than to fade away
One more day like today and I'll kill you
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
I feel disillusionment creeping up on me like the day after a 21st birthday. A deep sigh of shallow disappointment.
I watched her from afar
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
So her hat does not blow away
From Her to Eternity
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
Very Far Away from Anywhere Else
Compliment of the day, from Ivanna Serhiy Koval
Like a day without sunshine
Take a day, plant some trees, may they shade you from me
keep away from children
I tried to memorise her, from beginning to end
What it feels like to eject from a jet fighter
Having someone wrapped around you, looking into your eyes, inches away from your face, smiling the cutest smile in the world and giving you quick little kisses on the nose is the greatest feeling anywhere ever
An American in Tours
From far, from eve and morning
Getting an education at MIT is like trying to take a drink from a firehose
I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
Peeling labels from beer bottles as summer crawls to your door in the morning
Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying
Your facts peel away from your own fiction

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