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You haven’t noticed for a while
But that girl out the window has left a pile
Each mosaic like a piece of her eyes
Others music, others whines
What did she see that makes you feel so wise?
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I want to be that stoic landmark.
Slated in the ocean,
smacked with the waves.
Of foam and piss.
Of urchins.
Of cowbells.
Of licorice sticks
and twisted lies.
To be permanent
would be the ultimate,
of whatever the definition
of ultimate,
is to you.
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I'm going out tonight and trying to figure out what to wear. I typed the above into google to get some answers, but instead I wrote a song. That's usually how my life works.

Jean vest tight dress
I’ve got nothing to loose
My breath is icy and my fringe is cold
Come again and move my eyes
I’ve got noting to loose
With you

Languishing on corners
I met you in the night
They say shadows hide secrets and danger
I say knowing what the night hides
Scares me more
Come on over
We’ve got nothing to loose
I’m wearing a jean vest and tight dress tonight

Your eyes flicker like the stomping of a cigarette
One last flame goodbye
The large motorcycle passes
Making the stars seem bright
A look to the left and we’ve fallen into the night
Jean vest tight dress
I’ll be all right

I’ve got nothing to loose
The cement will hold me up
I can’t wait to see the sunrise
I hope to dear god it doesn’t gobble me up
That laugh of yours was quite the noise
Do you do it just for show?
Am I that funny?
Tight dress jean vest
Its one hell of a time


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I am mashed beyond belief.
Minced by my history and its makers.
Colliding with the perpetrators of such feelings and
getting slapped in the face by the tales of old.
Stepped on by individuals on the splintered, hardwood floor.
I’m stretched, thrown, and draped like an
antique Moroccan rug.
I am either less worthy then the floor
Or
So beautifully detailed (but never flawed) that I could grace the eyes
of the walking.
Unraveled.
The burgundy threads will come apart soon.


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I will Awilda your heart and you will be my prince of Denmark.
O, 1837!
I will sip my coffee from a crater mug full of leaps and jumps.
I will wonder the nomad land for another angry fix,
Of turntables and venom.
I will take your eyes with me,
But leave you their memories.
I will kiss each monument on your body like a call to broken arms.
We will match up our puzzles,
String them along like branches on a weeping willow.
Blow bubbles at the bullets that carry rage.
Sing like the melody.
Howl at the moon.
Trash the supermarkets that brought sexism joy.
And wish we were queens of the roaring sea.
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Maybe what you see are lies
And maybe those are the reasons why

My heart falls like an upside down sunrise
Take care move on turn right

This heart wrench
You’ve turned it too tight

I feel closed in
This moment filled with maybe’s or might’s

And so you’ll find me breaking down the door
I want more
I want more
I need more

Oh, California you played with my hair
Told me a secret that I couldn’t share
Made me some dinner
Tucked me into bed
Oh I wish I was
In Louisiana again

Maybe what you see are lies
And maybe those are the reasons why

My heart falls like an upside down sunrise
Take care, move on, turn right
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Sadly, the Necklace hung itself around the Neck.
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