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Glimpse
It is a wandering
sort of day
(wandering mind
wandering feet
wandering eyes)
before I find the camera.
It looks old enough
that I wonder
how it still works.
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Camp
Summer is delirious days
we are packed
on a bus
for days of adventures
mountain biking
then swimming.
We will jump off cliffs
into rivers
flip-flopping through the air
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Loves
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the fleeting moment on the bus during which i spied a dead thing and a raven
lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo
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My game
I can't take back what I did.
But I want you to know that you weren't a game to me, that is just my love.
It's sick and twisted and dark and suffocating
But it's not meant to hurt you
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Books
I open it
Relishing the new-book scent
Hoping
I can forget again.
Take me away
To foreign lands
Where peace can be found
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Moderation
To live is to die
To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry
To try is to fail
To have friends is to have enemies as well
The good does not stand alone
But neither does bad
There is no ying without yang
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