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    When I first saw you you blew through me with age-old winds they smelled of wine-stained dinners and cherry blossoms they colored winter air bright silver hues; you bottled it up and painted me a mountaintop I drowned in your eyes, sea green glowing under tiny moons; I washed up ...
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    She melts; she coats the tongue like coffee with eyes dyed to match; she’s sultry sandalwood incense; she chases tequila with memories of a vintage voice echoing through city streets; she bleeds into me like soft neo-soul and mahogany jazz; she squeezes her laugh into sweet ...
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    In America, my breasts are for sight, my body a tool for pleasure; my image is meant for white men’s eyes, and I’m nothing but a “treasure”. In America, my skin is a fetish, my hair is just all wrong; it must be as straight as John McCain and three times as long. In America, my right...
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    Just let the steam sway from the ice as I thaw from the causatum of your old cold shoulder. Again, I feel my fingers twitch with twinges of warmth in the mist, as I, kissed by your lips, heat up in the moment and redden under the fever of your love, once again, and it burns like the fires...
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    Blurred foliage escapes my eye as the train races toward the horizon, and I’ve drifted among them under obscurity…listening to as the beast lively hums. The fig tree in the peripheries of the horizon tiptoes down the pasture extending its arms to grasp at unfinished charcoal d...
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    (I) watch the birds (paint) watercolor hues across the home's outstretched ceiling as sultry steam rises from (my) jasmine tea and teases the (air with) its seductive jive. She blows stray locks from (her) brow, and casts me that (sweet), enamoring grin, eyes, chin, and cheeks smiling a...
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    All feelings have a certain scent. Smoky sadness clings to the body, rests on the clothes, stinks on the breath, and releases itself with every exhale. Honeyed happiness resonates from the pores, sits on the wrists, kisses the collar, and frees from within through every smile. Anger...
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    Your shadow still resides where you sit, by that groove in my bed where you lie as the moon tiptoes onto the sky perforated by the reflections of a million eyes. Your smile still appears as an afterimage in the dark screen when I close my eyes, nearly as flawless as the original masterp...
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    Sometimes I am a butterfly, sometimes I am a bee; as either bug, I still feel small and deeply unhappy. When I am a butterfly, I'm told that I'm pretty, but I don't care about that at all, since no one really knows me. As a bee, I wonder why I stay instead of flee, yet...
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    I've been staring at my notebook for hours, trying to capture that feeling in words, that feeling you give me with every touch, that feeling you give whenever you speak, that feeling I get from the taste of your lips, (those lips, those lips, all of those lips,) I'm tryi...
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    In the beginning she was a white embryo, unsullied innocence clothed in a frosted cloak of purity. She bloomed, she blossomed into some crimson enigma, red as blood rubies moonshined from the Burmese hinterlands, and nearly as darling. She wilted, she withered, her beauteous featu...
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    There's a shadow in that groove where you lie near a body of smoke where you stand; your heat blows into my bedroom in the cold and I'm held by what is not there; There's a voice in my bathroom where you bathe under buckets of tea...
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    Lend me your eyes so that I may see; Lend me your eyes so that I may see your Napping brown gaze when I look In the mirror; Lend me your eyes so that I may watch the Landscape awaken through your Dusty windshield; Lend me your eyes so that I may observe your Fingers nod to a steady rhythm A...
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    You are not the morning dew. You are not as innocent, nor as sweet; you do not kiss the emerald grass in the infant hours of the day when the sky is anew as the stars bid adieu 'til another twilight. You are not the ocean. You are not as profound, nor as salted; you do not plummet t...
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    He peers into my soul and asks, What inspires your naiveté? Qualms matriculating into physical irritations Itches, trembles, mourning, sorrow I search within for the answer but my words are inaudible, they converge with the moisture of my breath....
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    Deviant with that saintly demeanor, what have you done to me? Immaculate portraits show no evil, sinless lips speak of no misdeeds. And yet! You've rammed yourself past my barricades, coaxed your presence into my world. Desecrating my soul, humbling me with your impiety. The mirrors...
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    About an hour ago I noticed the sun highlight the auras of souls resplendent; motley hues danced among the eyes of the living, but they did not see. For a fleeting moment, everlasting bliss visited our realm in its journey to find those Enlightened with a bit of celestial aide. It happen...
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    Suspended above an abyss of blackness, a chasm of desolation. Gazing upon the blinding blaze of the Heavens, the glow of Enlightenment. An omnipresent silence, both calm and frightening; not a whisper is heard. The blackness and brilliance duel before my eyes, clouding this Purgatory wi...
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    Goddesses of the Walking Skin aglow with the breaths of their creations Powerful fortresses of amity Stunning figures of dreams, Dreams of howls, wounded spirits Tender lips kiss the souls Tasting the tears of every Dawn Welcoming bête noire into the physical Released from the arms of Angel...

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