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Some Days It Just Piles Up

Some days it just piles up Like icing sugar-coated sidewalks Solid footsteps slipping on candied glass Chewed up gum on the bottom of my...

I Want to Tell You

I want to tell you what my mind thinks How my head twists and turns Getting gnawed on like a crazy straw Blowing air through a tube...

Insomnia

Tidal waves of knitted quilts and comforter sets Can’t wash the sleep from my eyes Lungs steeped in chamomile tea Bare body piled under...

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