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another_time_perhaps
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Death of a Rose
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another smile lapsed,
another dream abandoned,
another belief expounded.
like driftwood we float,
in strong currents of cold water,
comfort is a final resting place,
to have anchorage admist the debris that carries us in an endless journey.
to teach love is hard work,
to love is to teach daily,
to work hard is love being taught.
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050907
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fal
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to think
i was finally asked by a boy
to go out
to go to a dance
to go to dinner
and i left him with vague answers
hoping someone else would ask.
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050908
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stork daddy
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want to go dancing, want to go movieing? want to have babies? want to smile and sing and cavort? the cavorting is good this time of year in this locale. shall we? i'm desired, i'm trusty, moreover i'm trusting. shall we? shall we? shall we?
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050908
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daxle
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let's have whiskey together
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050912
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fal
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let's say my place at 7
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050912
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stork daddy
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bourbon i suppose?
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050912
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fal
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whatever floats your boat...
welcome to my den
of roaring fires
and promises not kept
the velvet has worn to threads
on the arms of chairs and rugs
where lovers come and go
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050913
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daxle
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perhaps some other aeon
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060825
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LS
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Hmpf. I have to much work to do.
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060825
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stork daddy
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sadly yes sadly no
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060825
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jane
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how_soon_is_now?
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090210
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eventually these run out too.
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090210
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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