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It is not the pale moon that brought you here
nor the longing for a sober night. There is...
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On this dark breezy evening,
a distant whisper embraces the...
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I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...
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Who is this man who uncloses me
every night, with my bright eyes illuminating...
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Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...
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Partly because I couldn't be drawn to care,
and partly because my bed is warm...
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Why?
she asks, a...
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Going through your clothes
laying them neatly in a pile...
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My mother never taught me to tell lies.
She didn't cultivate vines behind my back, never...
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We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity...
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A letter that
illustrates not...
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There were never any deaths on those
cold-hearted tiles, but there was a prominent...