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What does it mean to be wanted...

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I gasped, now knowing all my life I had been on...

My views are racing past bridges
in a dangerous cycle...

I take the turnpike in a blur of frenzied
yellowing lights...

I've never used a microscope for her skin before.
I simply believed her, that months ago rehab had...

There was integrity in betrayal,
a certain dark that could not be...

Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...

Huddled on the metro with
chewing gum and felt-tip pens...

How long has it been since I stretched
my neck to take a look...

I usually keep my life hidden,
choosing for the most wayward of...

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When she was an innocent girl...

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There's nothing quite like writing about the rain...