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>"when the sun rose up this morning my baby she told me she loved me"
> there is nothing to compare to their starenot hiding your small gold watchon my wristhoping they noticebecausefaces are meaningless and emptythe feedback loop is…
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>russians love joegerace.blogspot.com
> stats for the month: United States 1,598 Russia 156 Slovenia 113 China 55 South Korea 43 Poland 34 Canada 20 Japan 20 Iran 15…
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>sex as shorthand
> sex is shorthand for somethingits falling frenetic system of near-loopsonto sweat-splattered plains i have brokenits code — led by a soft hand too softlyto…
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>three chords poorly played, one after the other, and repeated 8 times
> I DON’T OWE YOU AN APOLOGY, BUT YOU’RE GETTING ONE.RECEIVE IT. HOLD IT IN YOUR HANDS. CAN YOU FEEL THE TENSION IT CARRIES? RUB…
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>from the window
> Sweetness is sweetness though I acheFor something hard and fragmentary What I find bent backward across my palms — Shaking, saccharine & of my…
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>note to myself, or engine ends you
> I see this textbook blonde walking by the front window of the cafe I’m sitting in. Tall, rail thin, slightly upturned nose, her honey-colored…
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>poppies [rolling edits]
> the definite bisection is imaginedand there are no poppies, signifyingnothing. indifferent men hushthen drain pink over obscured mouths in this placeno decision then her…
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