perhaps these hands held children's hands
but what do they hold
he has deep pockets and shallow veins
the appeal of this
Rise and shine
I got mine with none the wiser
This bedpost
"what do you see in me?"
asked and answered honestly
"nothing, you
Dear friend, dearly departed
Please let these words mean so much
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oh "mother" I am an ungrateful child
oh "father" I am
she said I wish I was a man, and I
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your search for patterns found me standing in line
in avoiding
In a moment of lucidity, you said to me: "Push
post-morbidity, pre-mortality, the dying proceeds and the living intercede
on th
Good things go for those who wait too long to
I told the new me:
"Meet me at the bus station
This hand on this gun to my head is my
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