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There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...
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Scattered thoughts
lay exposed under...
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and you -
where light was bountiful...
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I picked it up from the ground as she jogged by;
it fell from the pocket of a hoodie tied around...
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We shovel stardust
into our mouth...
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No, I will not burn
this poem...
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Emmerdale Farm plays
as you sit there...
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How many bubbles
does it take to drown...
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I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...
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fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the...
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The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted...
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It's all in how the leaf falls
as breezes swift, silently...