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This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...
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Don't act like
you've never been curious...
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I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...
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In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...
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Death is a woman
at the height of her beauty. She...
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8:00 PM
only lives...
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Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
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Once, after the longest day of numeric chatter, to...
I find solace in a cushioned air-loom of silver...
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Fear not the morning fart, my sweeting,
though its stench be foul, its noise is bright...
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We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for...
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When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
the western wind, that I'd come back to her...
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Dear Admiral,
I wonder what color is the...