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At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...
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The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...
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Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...
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That's the appealing thing about speech
It's a billboard of open space...
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What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
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A little three year old
scampers crossed a creek...
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Sleepless yet again
Looking at the clock...
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i
see it...
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I haven't really flown
in so long...
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It’s not you
it’s her hips...
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Crazy
Habitual images...
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The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...