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    The Window The screech that emanates from your breath Causing me to clench my teeth each time you open Rusty window Every time the wind blows past A dust storm leads in front I sneeze and fidget Dusty window The neighbor girl across the street She hears you too Each time I reach across I ...
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    If the world is a book, then who is the reader? Do all religions, in this vast expanse, Have their own chapters? Of which a divine hand reaches and Plucks them from the dusty shelf. Or do they have their own versions? And if there is a book for each religion, What about the atheists and ag...
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    Work the pedals, hard and fast Legs burning with the intensity of high weight Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in Lungs inflate like a parachute catching current An incline appears, stand up Pedal harder, faster, more frantic Sweat beating from the head, dripping to the ground like tiny raindr...
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    The time has come it’s time you’ve learned Of the truth of my reality the past unturned. Bear witness to that I have to relieve The burden of my soul of which you conceived. It started way back, when we became betwixed Friendship everlasting, but my motives fixed. My eyes sought you, my...
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    (Undo these incisions cut across the skin of my mind clean the internal bleeding that has soaked for so long) You’re just a pretty face Stuck in my mind I cannot erase These ties that bind. My words ignored My actions delayed You’re ignorance, a sword Striking at my body, now de...
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    I am a man with no pockets Desires guide me but incapability defines me I have two left feet, a sour impression, and have slipped into poverty I regret to blink and life plucks me until there is nothing but empty sockets. I am a man with no rose A garden lays in front, a familiar face Reachi...

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