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ok_now_this_is_dangerous
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sab
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and i sit and wonder
if i should open up
the way i used to
to you
for i am afriad
if i open up too far
you'll jsut use it as an excuse
to fuck me.
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040517
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sab
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[laughs]
and i didnt even
say
a
word
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040518
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shivers
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toes hanging over the edge
do i jump in?
damnit, i hate windy days
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040518
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hopturn
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Like a ballpoint pen raked across dry teeth
In the absence of
Anything better to say or do.
Look here, there's a man with no mouth
Pretending to scream.
Don't pity him, or he'll try to bite you.
And that ain't whistling dixie, you know?
Don't sit there, that seat is taken
By the ghost of people who are yet alive.
Don't you see the wood-carvings?
The high-school effegies of
Favorite artists, boys and girls,
Secret desires and repressed feelings
Passed on to strangers as a malicious
Joke or other offense.
And the girl rakes and rakes her yellow teeth
With a desperate look on her mawl.
Her eyes are glazing past
The man-with-no-mouth,
Who is envying her and pitying her every moment
In every line of this poem.
He would like to sing her a song
About the life of a fly.
He would like to carve his name in her belly
With a fatherhood knife,
But this lacks catharsis - so I abandon them Completely.
From my desk here in hell,
With my coffee cup brimming with fire,
A Cat Named Tonya buzzs by
To remind me of myself.
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040922
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tonya
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(bzzzzt, bzzzt, existence)
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040922
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Syrope
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i havent done anything really stupid in a long time
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040922
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p2
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oh, do me, do me
i'm stupid!
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040922
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rage
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i see your eyes flicker as your hand twitches on my leg
you twitch to remind me you're there
nudges like pools of water
signs_of_affection, invisible to everyone else in the room
i know im about to get fucked over you
but i dont want it to stop
fucking weak stupid bitch
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