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Something Is Off-Balance HereWith the rapt curiosity of a child, this smiling girl Turns away from empty chatter to face the gilded statue.Something Is Off-Balance Here
She blinks in wonder, and braces herself As honey-light blazes around violet shadows.
"Now," she thinks cautiously, as if the figure blinding Can hear in her mind each private whisper,
"Now, what shall I do, what shall I do, What shall I do to solve this puzzle?"
From her distance she can feel the blurring lines Between color and word, color and sound.
"I try so hard to keep them black and white, Night and day, up and down - to no ava


Upon MeetingExcuse me, sir, are you the one With flat-brimmed hats and coats of dun And reeling fingers, tongues of truth Below my winter's coming move? Are you the man with distant blue Along the orange throat sinew And heavy gait before the sun-- Tell me, sir, are you the one?Upon Meeting
Excuse me, miss, but are you she Who wishes among groups of three And hides behind a daisied dress And smirks below the holy crest? Are you the lass who plays blameless Regarding your most grotesque mess And hardly wonders of the sea-- Tell me, darling, are you she?


Three Days.This was the only time I felt like I could combine the bits and pieces of the signs into a signal for my eyes.Three Days.
In petticoats, the rising maiden never knows where to begin while hissing murmurs of her sin collect into a swelling din.
From the gardens she will flow into the sea of yes and no beyond a lake of drowning hopes her eyes as silent as a doe's.
A childhood stretches before the winding path we can't ignore as patient lyric settles score above the wood of tattered lore.
Inside her giant painted shell the maide


Christ-Child's VillanelleAll these bonds with you I tie While overlooking strings of rain; Speckled seagulls breathe their tidal cry.Christ-Child's Villanelle
My moods swoop with your every sigh And rise with your sweet laughs again: All these bonds with you I tie.
With love I want to crash, collide As foamy waves do in refrain; Speckled seagulls breathe their tidal cry.
We match each other eye to eye So you know how to bring me pain: All these bonds with you I tie.
You've made my heart want once to die And buckle from behemoth strain; Speckled seagulls breathe their tidal cry. &nb
Gangsta

Got a Manifesto?You know who you are. You're that boy who thinks he's enlightened. You've read an awful lot of Thoreau and aren't you just your very own little road scholar. You're mysterious, I know. I'll just bet you have a manifesto. Bet you keep it under your pillow. Or under lock-and-key, safely hidden on your hard drive. Don't worry. No one is going to try to steal it, I promise.Got a Manifesto?
I bet you have a vision for the future. And you're gonna get shot for your radical beliefs too, I'm sure. You spout sarcasm like it's the second cumming of Christ. Your vocabulary is outrageous. When you don't know what a word means (which is pretty damn often, ad
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I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
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justpopandplayalongthewayanddon'tstop.
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I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
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justpopandplayalongthewayanddon'tstop.
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I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
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"This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
"I thought it would be nice to lie down and close my eyes. It never occurred to me that I am already asleep."
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Sonic, i hate you you kissed fiona
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-Bailey
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