poetry
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me and you are going to have this inflated love affair (act two)
what happens after three
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me and you are going to have this inflated love affair (act one)
on the count of three me and you will buy the biggest balloon in town
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this is how we walk to church when the news says priests touch boys
this is how the end justifies the means
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linear notes on a celebrated death
when lovers die, should we hold plays?
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hot and bothered by these wet dreams
i'm an onion beneath an iceberg
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quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
can you trust a master of words?
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we’re starving but, we must very eat slowly, ignore the rumble
this took four winters
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my mom talks to the air but she doesn’t call herself a poet
this morning i found myself talking to my pillow
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give me enough time and i’ll think about how i’m a bad mother
when there's no beer in the fridge, sometimes i think
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the liberating imprisonment of a, e, i, o, u, and sometimes y
vowels are speech sounds