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Random Poem:

When it Wasn't Small Talk Anymore
Callisto

I told you you'd be jealous of where I went today
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you asked me if it was Krasnoyarsk.
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though i had never seen the word,
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I remembered how your tongue scratched  
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the tips of your roots
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from the roof of your mouth.
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You taught me the words for hello,
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for how are you, for bird
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for little girl.
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I would twist my tongue and you'd whisper it again
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and I'd say it wrong,
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and we'd laugh but.
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You never had to teach me this,
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and I never tried to learn it.
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Lips cannot shape silence into experience.
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You asked me if it was Krasnoyarsk.
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even your trademark sweater of sarcasm
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couldn't coat the fact that you meant it
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hide that in the part of your mind
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where you keep the words I taught you in spanish
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right next to
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cake, bird,
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heart.
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Is the chemical reaction that makes you hate it here more than I do
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The only people who could ever "<3" new york city
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were born into this
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blanket for castle of ashes and neon lights
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I'm not saying that's a good thing
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I just went to high line park today
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and you found it first because you're always looking
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to the sky for your branches
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so you can follow them
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home.
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maybe one day the homesickness will respond to
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whole foods and roller skates
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maybe I'll be jealous that you have a home to look
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at clouds for
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when all I've ever known
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is concrete
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