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I’m both warmth and can’t find the beginning stop The winsomes multiply and crack against the glass stop The dark complication errors the erosion of warmth and comes to the end of the line, beckoning all who stand stop A dog barks and I grasp the keeping stop Violent small children keep secrets and untie their shoes stop But it doesn’t make a difference to anyone, does it stop I bet you overtook me forward to all be all and sitting stop Going forward is the hardest form of asking stop I was still protected after the considered match point penned stop Maybe supposed and doing its nothing sound stop I mean resistance to where the crowd gathered stop This whole part of the hole where the biting brought tears stop
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Dear Mom stop I cannot keep from calling, but you never answer and the machine never picks up either stop Have you paid your bill stop Your blaster old stitch makes me wonder if you are alright, if you can stand up at all stop I’ll hear you here soon stop Beneath the thick sticky something new, you’ll regain your composure and relate to others like you do your bed stop Pull up the legs and figure enough to forget enough stop What were you biting last night stop I want to take all those rides you promised and never managed to get us to stop I want to remain something memorable knowing that you will soon cease needing soothing and your memories will go stop And memories are so soothing stop
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Dear M stop The shame stop There is no shame here stop Your hands spread as if to say yes, I will, now come here for a moment so I can touch you stop I want to watch you watching him stop That door with your back to it, your hair a mess and dripping wet stop The cinnamon of existence itself stop Early afternoons, I spend my time going though your dirty clothes just to smell your masturbatory impulse stop The conspiracy sentence settling into my mind stop These T-shirts seem tainted, no, they are yours and bend and crack stop I only wanted to be worthy of you, yes, and you stand there in your muffled hush of a mask stop Smell the reflected smalls of each drop, every wishing well of them stop
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Secretly disgusting as something appropriate stop This curve of the lamp light lets the night feel frank in its shadows stop Trying harder to discuss this standing here stop It’s all my fault and I’m the splintered thing stop I did nothing and formed a plan stop Pull my watch out and count the minutes until this empty something comes stop We burn or turn over stop The habits forming at my feet stop And watch all this watching, leaving autumn to begat the fortune I wasn’t expecting stop Now and then the point is returned and there are squirrels beneath that pile stop More greater from river to river stop It says to let it go and so I’ll let it go stop We’re going now and we’ll see you soon stop Don’t be sad, son stop
Don’t be -- stop
