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four.this is the way to die.four.
it's new york city laughing,
belting out guffaws that send the richter scale skyrocketing.
the monsters under my bed have stopped knocking and the skeletons - they're long gone last seen knitting scarves on the front porch. (approximately thursday.)
(last night a lion crawled into my bedroom and barked softly about how 'this is nothing'.)
the city peeks in on my window tearing ligaments to get a better look penciled in is the skyline strangling the earth with hands like
blood pressure cuffs. &nbs


three.tomorrow just like today glass bodies will fill with stars clouds rolling out the ears turpentine leaking from the corners of their mouths and we'll be lined plain as notebook paper *plainer than the sweater hanging in your closet we are just tamper-evident versionsthree.
of what used to be.
(i, we, them, there's always anextyear.)
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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i think i'm in love with the concept, but i know they'll never get that far
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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i think i'm in love with the concept, but i know they'll never get that far
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''there is a house by the sea. and an ocean between it and me...''
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i think i'm in love with the concept, but i know they'll never get that far
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i think i'm in love with the concept, but i know they'll never get that far
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