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Random Poem:

in australia you can weep bathwater
DeformedLion

i think this            
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though it isn't flowers or windowsill
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me,
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[omfg]
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i was sly
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and caring
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with the dust of you on my tongue
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or the plain of my shirt
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its nuanced wrinkles
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and crooked me- still inside of it. it's been two days or whens like:
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when she looks at me, when am i not the fullest blind i can be?
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and my collar aches to be
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a coward's sail
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on the lake [the closest body of water is always the lake when you don't want to see the end of the earth in your vision of somebody so very beautiful]
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with a push of palm to her
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and let go -  and i  
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squint at three
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months of letting go
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like it was a saturday and
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the moths were on the light shade
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with my corpse dangling pretty 'neath moth flutter
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or facebook a reason to
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later say i am sorry for not
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really being
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happy enough
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or
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for
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sadness so awful
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and so sadly mount her wall with my emoticons, or pm a kiss i would
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later call a typo,
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as if.
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i wanted her in july, and now i have dry-heaved myself six cycles of moon
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oz is the red certainty, the koala country
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where i wuss, lap through shark
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bites of her.
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my mouth mouths memories:
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called her "north star" or every one
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i can't quite recall
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but the sand shifts beneath my feet
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and she is
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nothing australia couldn't burn
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in trees
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or a tub that i plugged.
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