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Category: Pain
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I. A HeartJudging A Ginkgo LeafFallingA RavenMimicking II. The Sun speaks of renewed trust, but do I take this as a sign everything is all right? Not so hasty. Lines are drawn farther and wider now, and still you see some good in me. Let's clarify what judgment really means as we're attracted to the…
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Even though I drew itI didn't need to cross itEverything I makeI undoYou've registered your discomfortI've rendered myself a triggerAll in the quest to learnWhat is true
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A pole climberA clownA grocery cart pusher wearing someone else's ringA girl who crossed the International Date LineAnd waited for you in a bar nobody else could findYou wrote her name recently in a book of receiptsHeartache and anger rearranged the letters taKe15 years and too many miles to matterWe walk on stage with nothing…
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longing for the old countrywhere its inhabitants would eat your tender bellyand spit out what would be left of any backboneyou are neither just off the boatnor are you 15 quid short of the price needed for membershipyour contacts are clouded by a pretty shade of pussy willowwhile you struggle to juggle disparate worlds in…
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From your boozy lips to my woozy ear: "12 or no, I can't stay away from bars."StaggerStaggerSleepy is how I greet the day.No more blindfolds and September will forever be your month. You should have brought the apostrophe along as your date and left the bangs at home.…and stop cutting your hair, dammit! The decision…
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Yea, for the unreasonable season be upon us, and emotions are squishy and raw. Deal with the feels if you must. But for the sake of propriety (sobriety, piety) please don't go losing your everloving mind during this Neptunian grope fest.
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Ditch the rose-tinted spectacles because clearly, as a society, we are failing one another. We can do better, yeah? Doesn't seem we want to, friend. Therefore, goals for 2018: 1.) Stay in my lane.2.) Harm no one.3.) Count myself lucky to have Brown Earth Dog as my co-pilot.
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course-correct this messpicard & riker jumped shipcourage & trust, son
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Dudes are getting in trouble for being dudes. The rest of us are scrambling to fill the positions from which said dudes (Tastemakers!) get ousted. What will the world look like when power is shifted? We are still humans, after all. Can I raise my hemline and my vibration at the same time without inciting…
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Pitchforks grasped within sweaty fists. Fair and balanced they are not, but the Tastemakers set the pace and throw shit like nobody's business. Drop and roll and duck and cover. Misery is today's Blue Plate Special. Hatred is an acquired taste. Acceptance, evidently, requires a blood test. Have willpower, Patience! You'll never be the right…
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