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Shafts of sunlight
Fill my bedroom...
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Can there be a more beautiful rose
To bloom in the month of May...
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I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...
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To be here,
To listen...
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Days are hectic eaten by hours
we forget "us," aim words...
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Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...
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Her hand atop yours, and on the inside, you are...
at daybreak no less, you could not part. You did...
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time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...
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April, a month of hunger and renewal, licks my...
with its warmth, drooling rain & snow over me...
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There is something inside my
body that makes my bones...
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Sometimes when I see you
It's not just with my eyes...
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I had no reason for what I did
There was no pain I kept hid...