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Writers feel the need to escape reality...

A voice of chilled adrenaline
flies out of its net...

15 roses
for 3 years...

Here:
in this home I thought I had dreamed up...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Sound waves flash their tongues of steel,
operating off of signals...

(January 27, 2011...

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Breathing...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

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I am held...

Be honest with me now. These dreams
are teacups too delicate for the claws...