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chanaka
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i miss you the way a streetlight misses twilight
the way a room misses loving tenants
the way chips miss salsa
the way the grass misses it's warm snowy blanket
the way dirt misses the bottom of my shoes in a rainstorm
the way a book misses fingertips running over print
the way a bird misses telephone wires in the dark
the way you miss me
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silentbob
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i miss you more than anything
anything like a delusion that you actually felt similar
i wish it was mutual
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010405
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nocturnal
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america.
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010405
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misstree
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every dart that i throw
that doesn't hit
sinks into me instead,
and this distance
makes my aim very bad.
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010423
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spoons
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I miss the mollys from blue...
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Zeb
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i miss alot of things right now
it is really depressing
change has smited me with its hammer
and i literaly must sit down and take a breath
i miss so many people so much, but i know they're still there
i wish that here was closer to there...
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psychobabe
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i miss the way things used to be
I miss people and friends
i miss eh..i cant even think
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silentbob
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fire door by ani fucking difranco
i opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
tightened my belt around my hips
where your hands were missing
and stepped out into the cold
collar high
under the slate gray sky
the air was smoking and the streets were dry
and i wasn't joking when i said
good bye
there were magazine quality men talking on the corner
french, no less much less of them then us
so why do i feel like something's been rearranged?
you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange
killed a cockroach so big
it left a puddle of pus on the wall
when you and i are lying in bed
you don't seem so tall
i'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
i make such a good statistic
someone should study me now
somebody's got to be interested in how i feel
just 'cause i'm here
and i'm real
oh, how i miss
substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
and oh, how i miss
walking up to the edge and jumping in
like i could feel the future on your skin
i opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were mine
kissing
i opened the fire door
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Mandy
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I miss my friends.
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030313
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een stom kind
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i miss having real friends
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030314
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mcdougall
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we miss you too. i miss you too.
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030314
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belly fire
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"Would you like it printed as 'Miss' or 'Mrs'?"
"Um, Miss please. I dunno, Mrs. kinda creeps me out."
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030314
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Mandy
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*heart*
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030314
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megan
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lonely heart
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030314
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tessa
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I miss all those familiar/forgotten things.
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040726
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sappho
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A little kiss, between lips (and lips) would break
the aching loneliness
of life here, isolated, "independent"
but very much in need
of other people, of another person
to tell the Spanish name for Orion's belt,
and to rest my shoulder under her head,
to love hand in hand,
hand on her heart
to feel like I was feeling again,
to feel I was connected
to life outside my own.
Which I'm not,
at the moment.
Someone I could write a full sonnet for,
not a pared down caudate sonnet or
a vers libre mess.
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070127
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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