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lonely_things
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ferna
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romantic films mornings when one wakes up alone, even next to a lover naked trees used condoms funny movies when one realizes they are the subject and object of the joke dirty sheets portuguese songs
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070311
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pete
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the stars between the spaces
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070312
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ferna
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dreams of things you have no longer swollen eyes the next morning an adult in a twin sized bed a firmly rejected kiss me
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070319
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selfi
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to live and grow
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070320
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gja
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coming home when everyone else is getting up
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070320
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ferna
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vibrators too-large rooms broken windshield wipers gray days in early spring a stiff, unopened book handwritten pages in the trashcan the moment when one can look at an old lover and feel nothing
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070405
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jane
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rust decay
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070406
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pSyche
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dying house plant an old sock with no match and your hour old cup of abandoned coffee your wife, sitting on the sofa, staring listlessly at the soap opera and deciding it is all a lie.
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070604
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stork daddy
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at the gas station, the attractive middle aged asian clerk, whose husband owns the store, looked at my signature and said something to me in broken english a few times. I was unable to understand, so she, looking slightly frustrated, wrote down on a piece of paper - "you have a complicated life." She told me she could tell by my signature. Then she looked over at her husband and said, "your life is too simple."
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070604
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Somebody that I used to know
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hollow_eyes Tim_Burton movies coffins sun bleached posters broken livers
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080129
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auburn
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computers at midnight.
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080129
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anythingbutcryptic
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children that dont smile litter on the streets men that beg for change roadkill songs by skip james strangers crying in public and being ignored
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080130
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jane
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georgia_on_my_mind
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080130
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Lemon_Soda
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One of my favorites, jane.
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080130
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pSyche
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me, as I sit here trying to understand what the hell it is you people write, and how it was I ever wrote anything worthwhile here. People who lose parts of themselves.
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080227
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jane
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the empty bed last night
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080227
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LEMON SODA RESPONDING
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CHECK
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081110
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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