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    The gray light filters cold through the blinds. You look old, my dear. Keep sleeping off last night’s debt; you sold your consciousness and your pale blue eyes to midnight ignorance and a few hours of freedom. A few hours of feeling strong but yeah that doesn’t last long, and by the tim...
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    Your definition of life includes no sin and your definition of love involves no absolutes I know that, and it’s fine. It’s fine in the same way you’d say it’s fine when I’d draw a line much further back than you wanted or anticipated You said it was fine and you waited And I bubbled al...
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    Sometimes when I cross the street I leave part of myself behind. She stands on the cold wet asphalt and closes her eyes. Torn leaves plastered to the hems of her jeans. No warm hand reaching out to yank her into being. She thinks she isn’t real. I watch her remember; forget and remember. I wa...
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    How surprising when you find that the song nestling in the corner of your head is not the one your bruised heart thought it was; in this one, life and love go on. And your bruised heart was thinking about mapping someone else's permanent birthmarks on your own too-virgin skin while your he...
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    It’s these little things that make or break my day, like hearing Mike playing hesitant guitar in his room or running into Clark and his contraband shakers in the kitchen with the ineffectually boarded-up window, seeing Sarah walk into chem late with her hair lank maybe from the shower maybe fr...
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    I like the smell of crabapples rotting under my feet. You like the deafening silence the ocean makes when it turns from blue to black; it promises nothing, but it beckons. I, on the other hand, need something to stand on, toes forever en pointe, neck craning to glimpse what is already made plain t...
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    We have been strangers. The vibrations that drop from your lips – I am hearing them for the first time in new arrangement, unfiltered, unf***ed with. The only parts of me that are real are the skin cells lining up to tremble under your tracing finger. We have been strangers, and parts of...
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    The bed is still warm where you left it, incongruous quilt dented into soft valleys and rolling hills The last of your breath pooling into the space between the pillows. We did nothing, we say. And everything, we believe. And the words that cropped up between the silences fell scattered ...
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    He's going downtown today. He's worried they won't like him, there'll be something wrong in his head or his blood or his eyes, but I know they will love him. They will love the silent young man in front of them who keeps his hair cut short and takes orders well because he'd rather not think ...
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    "On the west end of Capitol" Meet you at 9:30 where the waves are growing high And you'll dive in and drag me with, forgetting we've forgotten how to swim. "On the west side of Brookfield" Meet you at 10:30 where fluorescent lights still flicker in the burnin...
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    Everything I do, I do for your emotion I don't hear a word you say Everywhere I fall, I go for your reaction Grab a shirt and roll this way Stillborn is my sleep and cold are the mornings Can you read the fine print now? Weeds in your eye and weakness in your warnings, Just smoke over ...
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    she said, certain gold in her chlorine braided hair and certain dandelions in her pudge hand, certain dirt under her seashell nails and certain, incontrovertible, un take back able truth in her voice...
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    Do you like the Killers? I just kind of wanted to know. Because I know you're just one bad haircut away from being an evil genius and you laugh like someone might hear you But for five years we have led lives outside of where we meet every July and I kind of just wanted to know. What's your fa...
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    The colors are brighter here. And wetter. The plants are pointier, and the streets steam, and the birds and cars scream. Voices weave snug together and hair curls tighter than your aunt's pantyhose. The people are brighter here. And wetter. Their teeth are pointier, and their skins...
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    Don't you dare shed a tear because this caramel latte is just the right temperature and I can't be drinking it if my mascara is running salty into my mouth and acoustic guitar strains reverberate in my chest, shaking loose the smoke I stuck there and this caramel latte is going cold s...
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    Come, let us tie rocks to our eyelashes (golden brooches to sunburned toes) and toss them into the bonfire ashes so one part of us doesn't have to go. Saturated with expectations, fairly bursting at bikini seams, playing catch-me-if-you-can on the dark side of the American dream. Candy cance...
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    It was on the morning of the second day of school that he saw it. He sat in the way back of the bus, as usual. It was a new bus this year; it smelled clean and sharp and its windows didn’t yet rattle and the seats weren’t torn or graffitied. Except for this one, the back of the seat in front of ...
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    Jon Malone “I’ll be up up and away, up up and away…” I grudgingly open my eyes – which is kinda hard since my face is smushed into the pillow. “Blehh.” I kicked the covers off during the night; I step over the pile of blue to turn up my radio. “Cause they gon’ judge me anywa...
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    “Carefree McGee,” that’s what they’d call me. I lived fast and good – wouldn’t take it any other way. Till I met her - Chicago rose - And saw that maybe slow could be okay, who knows? But you live slow and things catch up with you. Like bullets. I’m gonna miss my Chicago ...
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    I think I was doomed from birth. When the nurse couldn’t pick me out from that night’s batch and my mother first cooed, “It’s a girl!” Doomed to insignificance, Destined to hover at the edges of others’ lives A name, a cardboard cutout I don’t think I even left footprints in the s...
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    Death was beautiful to me – Until it came too close. So much for black roses and passionate, dark music – When it came down to it, I wanted sunshine and smiles. My quest for beauty only left me with bare bones and a bleached soul. Sunshine and smiles… When I needed them most The black...
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    Everyone always says they want to be surrounded by people when they die. Me, it felt like an audience of vultures, all syrupy smiles and sticky clawed hands, drawled whispers they think I’m too far gone to hear: “When’s the old hag gonna kick it?” I only wanted their love. They’d gi...
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    When I ask for nothing, I get the sole of your shoe, the crease in your slacks, the curl in your hair and the red in your ears Given willingly and carelessly Like a child throwing grass to the wind (and the wind so blessedly thankful to hold it, for just a moment) But! Should I have the...
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    I think I know why people rest on Sundays. Not for pleasure, or mimicry – But for fear of a world in which the Almighty sleeps....
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    Sometimes the field turns cold And the night falls dark But I don’t want to go home I don’t want to see warmth I don’t want to go I’d rather just stay with my friends all alone To do nothing and nothing And make the world hate us for Being nothing and nothing and wastes of spac...

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