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    I have a sister who is beautiful I have a father who is smart I have a mother with more love in her heart than I knew could exist in a person but sometimes I walk along the sidewalk and I am at a loss for myself. The sun rises early here in Virginia, and on overcast days the sun'...
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    I used to follow the hard steps of my father. In the garden full of Onion sprouts and blooming yellow tulips My mother once told me “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” and my father once told me to “life is for the living” And I never understood what they meant until they died. The...
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    There Is a place I think my mother once told me of yellow-green pastures past where crackled roads rolled two turns past the playground and its stinging jokes and three more past the old pond and its frog's throaty croaks Past the thin waitresses huddled taking smoke breaks in the cold pa...
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    His hands were never quite as steady since he got home they rest on the fraying arms of a green recliner His bony, scarred legs are outstretched spilt cigarette ash piles taller on the floor like drip castles at the beach and crumbs lay fallen around the veteran's lap like a hundred corp...
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    We took the park path to the river past the stocked pond that never seemed to contain fish and the small swamp that bustled of coos and caws that came from invisible sources There were some children on the swingset on the way there They faced the river gently swaying with the wind silent...
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    I first saw her drifting through the mystic breeze A purple cape slouched down her back and she sliced the air with her hands like kayaks on the canal down the bend Kyle's stomach was swollen to the size of a beach ball after he was hit and he died within three minutes He floats now too ...
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    On the way to my grandfather's funeral, We hit only green lights. Pop-pop's hands felt like a pair of dead fish flopping over his black suit. I knelt over the casket to pray that one prayer our CCD teacher, Mrs. Cazinski, had made us recite. The one with the chin mole and the annoying daughte...
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    I wish the cracks in the street weren't wide enough to trap an unwary child's foot I wish the saxophone playing two windows down slipping through shoddy cracked drywall would grow louder and as it blared, dancing people would spill into the streets howling like the wind bouncing like hailston...
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    I duck behind the one-way mirror that is my windshield after dark I push the pedal down and take in the unpolished metallic beauty of a hundred tiny headlights dancing down the freeway, opposite me, blurring together like a night-time sun that I wish was a hole gaping in the sky waiting hu...
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    we could have made it, Sal but road signs that indicated any type of future were passed by Figurative hours ago now we are racing down an unmarked gravel road pebbles crackling and breaking under the black tires make audible the dissolution of any hope and any desires of some imagined future...
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    I wanted to find you there peeking through a dimly lit room the smoke didn't help me identify faces the haze made four wasted beings on a grungy couch look like silhouttes clearly defined perfect beings their sharp outlines holding in years of pain guilt and regression I wanted to find...
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    I drag my fingers across my face i wouldn't mind if i drew blood I slide the idea of "the past" back and forth through my fingers like a feather morphing weightless falling peacefully to the ground lying limply behind me with no effect but also able to tie me up weigh me do...
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    Meteors dissolving in the atmosphere broke into thousands of millions of pieces miles and miles above my head careening through space listessly, carelessly, pointlessly I sat, sitting beneath, on a green velvet couch. failing to see the big picture painted by waltzing space rocks, as she w...
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    She was a jigsaw puzzle from the start every piece had to be understood. Had to be patiently, meticulously, painstakingly put together to see her for her complete beauty She was a kaleidoscope, every angle revealed a different equally colorful, dazzling beautiful collage. Her lips t...
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    The trademarked thud-thud-thud of the diving board after a 9-year-old goggled goon was sent free flying through the air became more and more inseparable from my pounding heart the closer and closer that you walked. Following the curves of your red string bikini might have been initially interpr...
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    I used to have a little toy boat With maties on the deck I'd play with it while the tub And say yarg scallywags, shipwreck! The maties and I would play and play Forgetting every rule I'd splash and crash and smash that ship While frolicing at the pool We'd sail into the sunset...
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    Sitting at the edge of my garage looking out upon what I do every morning The dry air carried an underlying sense of futility that was especially strong today, too strong to ignore Rubbing my hands on my dirty sweatpants The feeling couldn't help but permeate into me I think I smelt my d...
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    If the rod that you had hit me in the face with was really a rod. and not you stomping on my heart. then my hideously marred face would resemble you as a person. And when the rod acquainting my nose Resembled the eruption at Pompeii. And the children being charbroiled in lava, Ran screaming ...
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    If a window could display Everything you truly wanted Would the truth reveal itself and Would it leave you haunted Would a girl appear from mist or money, gems and jewels Would a castle rise from sand with A thousand men your tools And if you watched the mist for hours and hours on end ...

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