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I like you more when you lie

I was half way home when I realized it was raining and after five or so drops I realized I had forgotten my umbrella at work. Good, I thought, I can sport the sopping puppy look and when I get in she'll sit me in front of the crappy old heater of ours, take off my damp socks...
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The girl with the anchor around her neck
oh christ, the weight, is what she said
And waking with it around my neck
choking like her mom when she begot her
and how I called her out,
with her mast of a tongue and the direction upon it
and when she cries its just salt water she swallows
upon her wrist a tattooed compass that...
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Tired of Lies and Getting Used to It


those cherubs still dance in the fountain where we splashed as kids
I'm still your broken lamp lit hips, still kissing your ugly sins
steal away a glance at your hard pressed gritting teeth
I'll lick away all the lies and grime of shooting off or yielding

but Mary Ann I hear you're afraid of your queen...
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This is about... rock climbing!!!

These legs won't let me walk away
there's a million blood cells
and a putrid smell of pain,
that lives inside
this new door frame,
her new legs
and holding her,
holding her
won't make the smell go away

I've been here with soundless cries
why do I, why do I, why should anyone
bother to play, the saving game...
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were you fired rare with freckles
does the sand still burn your feet
when you prance about like a devil
and plummet them straight down
down
into an ocean of debris
and is it still clean,
when you wash yourself in it
are you bored or lonely
are you just horny
am I a scarecrow or a tin man
your arrows aren't poison
but you're...
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I'm walking home, home to you
the turn is a curl in my ash
the cigarette always, in doubt, burns too fast
and maybe i just like the burn
because maybe I just like to be hurt

my throats turning, like your arguments
the crass arguments, when your throat cracks
and I love you more, when you fight the pain
when you hate all the...
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When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

I was rushed out of the "burning" building by men with axes, I had my own priorities. I asked her earlier, the cute girl with that terrible apron, I closed the book I was reading like I was hanging up a phone and thought, "well" and I truly wondered what Roald Dahl was about to say....
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it's so easy to say everything is fucked, I always thought growing up is never saying that, but I decided a long time ago I would never grow up.I don't want to say that. I am so switch situational. I can tell all the purchases I have planned will neither slow nor impede all the problems in my life, though in honesty the rich have...
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I still have a leg, lets row around stow lake

those men with the meat cleavers
are always so ready to cut it off
behind their white aprons
on top of their small fat feet
well I've been grinding my teeth
and my tongue is the sharpest thing
and running away is the fastest course
of action I can pretend
I can pretend
I never...
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oh yeah...

I just want to finish a novel, but maybe (take a drag) she's just a novella.

I have it, there was this old man, he came to pay me. I had been serving him all afternoon and his hands we're as calloused as ever, I'm pretty sure that last beer wore wrinkles, no, the twenty he handed me was incredible heavy. I accepted...
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