He is warm weather in February,
The sun enveloping me in a hug,
Ten thousand heavy, buzzing
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He is warm weather in February,
The sun enveloping me in a hug,
Ten thousand heavy, buzzing
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They walked along the trail
in their own rhythm
even the flies landed on their faces
I
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I win the science fair, not with a volcano but a geyser spewing out marshmallow fluff. I am awarded ... [+]
I took the metro everyday past Tula and the station, South, from the farthest point within Moscow's transport limits. It's where the Germans stopped in 1942, and where the buses brought in people from ... [+]
Rain pattered softly outside the frosted window. He saw her standing in the cafe, sweeping the floor. Night was settling on the city, two lamp posts illuminating the street as darkness nestled around ... [+]
if i could hold you
for just a moment
if i could feel you in the night
for just a moment
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I woke up and it's snowing in Greensboro,
as if when I woke I kept dreaming;
The sky is
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Now, had you ever cared to inform me
Of what it means to waste careless years
Wishing that I
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Today I put up a Missing Person sign,
Hands clutching face by the landline.
Missing: not of
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The day I get my diagnosis,
I do not tell anyone. I drive
and drive down 16 Mile,
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I am fragile
Soft and untouched
Falling without fear into your ocean made of glass
The
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Alyssa's pulses were getting weaker and weaker. A bed near the wall with a magpie painting which Alyssa was lying on. Evans looked at his watch, he realized it had been twenty-six hours since Alyssa's ... [+]
Macy was trying to run through the sweaty, claustrophobic crowd. There were too many people to be spotted or cared about. You could become anyone in this crowd—or no one at all.
There were
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It is the end of what has been, a new exploration of what is,
What it means to be normal, free
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My posture is god awful.
All day I sit and
I stare
with my eyes downcast and
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Someone else's change is in my wallet
The silver Monticello is only a weathered outline
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If he felt anything coming back here
It certainly isn't written on his face
Or that stupid
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