

samuel basudebas she stares in maddening intensity, constellations dissolve.samuel basudeb
she steals your suggestions, see how she suffers, see how she pines. dead eyes on the man in the moon.
these warm lights illuminate her stars and she wonders
why you had to go.


something's alrighti'm feeling this haze, alright. this distaste for your sacred self, and yet, how i'd love to be better than everyone, too. i've become all ears and dolls and everything adapted and i know this mountain you climb may not be the easiest thing to do.something's alright


sceneit was certainly clear to everyone involvedscene
that she was just confused, that's all.
if only they could individually extend themselves to her,
she would see. at least i'm pretty sure she'd see,
goddamn she'd figure it out:
that anything she ever wanted to hear
would be said frequently enough so that,
in time,
she would forget the original intent
and most of the meaning would be lost
in the originally well-intentioned repetition.
occasional burst of wind are
siphoned through the car door.
and her hair dances across her face --
not a skilled,


citronellashe skips stones like a hellion. four skips, now six, maybe seven. a new record. the river is all citronella and swallowed hooks. men are everywhere fishingcitronella
their belongings sit elsewhere.
she digs for rocks amongst fishing wire and spilled bud light
drying in the sand. the good stones are bottlecap size. she turns to the river and sends
them away like children. they pinch or kiss the water as they go, they lose momentum and sink.
i take a cigarette from
the creased plastic of a pack
someone left on
Blue Line 2
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
I miss you right now. (en francais...oui oui!)
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Enigma. Temptress. Technology. These forms define my writing.
sending you hearts and hugs and kisses and all my love. and maybe some cinnamon toast crunch.
-me.
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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"keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason."
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Getting it is easy, filling it with illegal substances and sending it across the border is not.
The journal entry is about Forming A Poetry Club on devinantART. I hope you will consider my offer.
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It's in the human DNA to feel sorrow in the search for the right Words.
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"Here is a scale.Weigh it out and you will find easily more than sufficient doubt that these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.They are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the e
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We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
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