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Sometimes I take chances...

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I view the day as a hallucination...

I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...

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It was a perfect choice...

Right now, I would rather be furious,
be the percussion that storms ally with...

I hang a bulb
off my ceiling fan...

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I am too young to feel this aged, time slowly...

Mary Alice,
you remain a mystery unseen...

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humans talked storybook selves...

Just smile,
he'd never hit you...

Jazz,
classy...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...