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Retracing steps from gray, cracked concrete to
burnt grass, alongside my converse with lyrics...
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Set Fire to the Rain
Cabeza...
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Words can lead a strayer
back home, but they cant...
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She flicks a fanned image of Catalan art
under the parasol with a twitching...
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Last night our poet chastised me with his...
while the stars passed over my skin in whispers...
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Sade dit moi
Qu' est ce que tu vas chercher...
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The letter I probably should have written...
Our love was a string of haiku; and I...
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I limped back home tonight
after running away from you...
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I abandoned my smile
ran away with the moon...
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I've been studying you,
little girl...
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I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...
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Whenever you nestle up against
your coffee cup and undress me...