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y/our laughter is a metronome
playing into the late hours of...
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I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...
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There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...
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your name is scarred tissue
on my tongue; your incendiary...
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Ceramic tea bowl -
It had broken in the storm...
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Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...
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The rambling inside you continued,
while you sat in that square room...
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This time the violin played in struggle
to strip itself naked from drama...
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(I)
If weary eyes about this classic form...
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the fireplace crackles, washing us in lights
of oranges, reds and yellows – the nights...
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Intimidating
Irreversibility...
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Your words are funnier but
With her they slide right out of your mouth...