my eyes have turned to stone. the granite scrapes inside my head turning over and over as I try to blink but evoke whispers instead: "what did you think? what did you think?"
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There once was a thread in the forum, that contained far too much decorum. 'twas passed through a grater and a lymerick later emerged far less gloomy and borin'
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -- Robert Frost
Because Y is a crooked letter and you cannot make it straight explain who we are when not yet 25 when we will grow larger than the boots we wear where the ends of the earth meet what we can call winter in a land so sunstruck why my mother has no name for the bruises under her eyes. How every question I ever asked was answered in riddles I am only just learning to decipher.
I like you as an enemy, but I love you as a friend.
.........................................I pick, I fold, I love and tell what is told.............. ...................I breathe, I see, I know what it is to be................. ....................................My patterns--picky-pack-pitter-prat--............... ............. and rhythms--fa-la-lum-da-ram--..................................... ...................struck the tones of my tell and be................... ...............folded, pressed but picked........................ ............and loved for eternity..............................................................
.................... and forever shall my eyes breathe and see.................
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the slope of the mountain gapes like an open boned jaw and ever out from between the snow and the sky spill rockets made of pressed-together flesh and plastic and I wonder how long it will take to see -- from the bottom without the strength even to stand -- a collision or a death.
they built lights to line the sides.
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