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time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...
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my eyes can’t keep contact
with the camera lens...
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Down, i look. You turn to see me, so slowlY
Every now and then, i turn to see you toO...
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One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...
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A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
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I, who has nothing,
but the remnants of your...
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a chair arms
the fatigued man...
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your soul loses her posture as you
hunch to type the words you failed...
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I thought of you tonight, acknowledged
for the first time in months that there's...
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Obstacles come in many shapes;
Brusies on my pretty face made me...
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Calm Serengeti waterhole
Returns its zebra and their foals...
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you
no longer...