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trixie
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everytime i imprint my further memory on his voicemail i want to run back and change it. there's something needing me not to be nervous and also not to be honest. how do you tell someone that you still think about them even if you don't really remember what they look like, what they said, and why they really turned you on in the first place? is it legitimate to hang on to the memory of a memory?
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trixie
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i'm glad you died this weekend,
even though i made it was like you when he was behind me.
and i dreaded it was you when i kissed drunk and called sad.
look at this,
you're dead
yet sprouting legs and growing tired.
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trixie
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forbidden father
kiss me tight
hold me tonight.
someone should have told
you better the scathing way
girls mature into mothers.
forbidden father
drinks too much and
never good enough.
maybe you should comb
your hair with a suit and
tie. someone should have told
you to do what he did
to your mother.
forbidden father won't
live forever collecting change
and blessings.
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trixie
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Letter sent the other day
told him to come and go my way:
Halloween night and standing still
felt a firm vibration, sent a chill.
Taking the call from up the stairs
amid the passing eyes that glares
could hear a voice that purred with sex
it was that man, that boy from tex.
And, chew on this, his words did say,
"Although I know you think I stray,
remember me in mid-of-night,
when all your dreams do turn to fright,
that I think of you when I wake and sleep-
it is your heart I long to keep.
Now, say goodbye and good you be,
Thank you for always loving me."
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trixie
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will be in islip within the week.
i am makin diamonds.
damn.
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rode off into the sunset
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