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I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...
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Ma,
I feel fear...
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This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons...
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I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me...
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Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that...
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Acidic revelations
dance upon crystals...
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Like fine lace
friendships are woven...
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Because I owe it to myself,
I will be a better woman...
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Dense sinister fog engulfs
a darkened hallway...
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I am from shells, Marlboro Lights, and pita.
from the same old house I've been living in...
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She skips around light posts,
clutching at her rebellious skirt and...
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Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...