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I wish that once in a while you’d have the nerve...
‘Cause if you’re always this dishonest, tell...
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As the moon
approaches...
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predator by name; you knew exactly where to
lurk. methodological; brazen in approach...
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Clouds-
taller than these eyes can envision...
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She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...
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I allow you to bruise me
like an abstract painting...
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The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...
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A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...
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is
shouting at...
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is
picking up...
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Muddied are the creeks,
no blue reflections...
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As far as I can see
the wilderness becomes...