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Sunday left rain on my window again

seeping through cracks I forgot to fix last year

And probably the year before that

Always coming in little by little

Drop by drop

Drowning me inside a home

That feels nothing like my own

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don’t listen to the fiery

red color rantings of

the diseased

their poison is their

own

sinking in slow motion

way off shore

free yourself from

parasites

maggots

death’s glassy stare

you see the world

is a humble poet

dancing in the

streets

and it’s no

where near

closing

time

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you

interest

me

no more

now

that

my butterflies

have

dropped

their

wings

and

your

blue eyes

shine

green

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shifting

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you lost silly

i'm sick of reading about heartbreak

blah blah blah

they walked out

you'll never be the same

there was no one like him

there was no one like her

blah blah blah blah

my heart will ache forever

my soul is void and empty

how can I ever go on

i'm lost without you

is it just me or

is the world full of dead people

singing dead songs

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small love

she's a glamour girl

small inside and out

loud to the world

burning through her skin

and her touch

her touch is infectious and bitter

like falling from the sky

it is screaming and awake

and it makes the trumpets soar

and it brings my hands to my ears

And it sounds like the end of world

And it fails me in every way possible

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you lost silly

i’m sick of reading about heartbreak

blah blah blah

they walked out

you’ll never be the same

there was no one like him

there was no one like her

blah blah blah blah

my heart will ache forever

my soul is void and empty

how can I ever go on

i’m lost without you

is it just me or

is the world full of dead people

singing dead songs

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home free

I didn't want to be lying here covered in a paper thin sheet with the humming fan I didn't want to be sold down the river here in the dark at 3 am alternating between staring at the green light on the smoke detector and typing these words so I don't disappear completely who in their right mind wants this beautiful tragedy this collection of garbage and noise so full to the brim that you can't find any room for the good stuff the things that really matter like ladybugs and dreamcatchers and final moments the women who has stayed here has up and left the warning signs were all there the guns were all loaded but now the hammers been pulled back and the rounds have been released and here I am at 3:10 in the morning staring at the green light on a smoke detector thinking the world of her because she finally let me have mine back

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goodbye sweet taste of honeysuckle

there is a familiar thing that happens when you stand idle too long with a love that has long since seen it's best days and nights like fruit dangling on the vine like the sour milk in my fridge I am overdue

so send in the hard luck story send in the artist rendering gather all the fucking lunatics sitting idle while candy dances on the pole cause by all acounts love has left the room but it doesn't take long for that bullshit to come walking back in

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goodbye sweet taste of honeysuckle there is a familiar thing that happens when you stand idle too long with a love that has long since seen…

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bored walls wailing

ding dong her hair fell in a pile slamming the door crashing into love with a rock solid plan too late for an escape too early for the current this is the state of my blood letting

if you ask me why i came here the bells will ring and go silent and then ring again humming through your skin butchering your memories and i will let the screeching of your heart come to a quick and lonesome close

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bored walls wailing ding dong her hair fell in a pile slamming the door crashing into love with a rock solid plan…

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explode

i feed these birds outside my back living room window and i watch as they assemble to enjoy their clean reward i hang the feeder and refill it mostly on time mostly all the way and i assume they are grateful and free

then with your bored eyes and pouting dimples you slide into the room with your anger blasting and your noise overflowing raising all the hell that's left in this world from down below and i'm never quite sure anymore

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the blue light of adams street

there are days when i walk by the laundromat full with the whole of the moon sticking to my soul like eyes with sockets deep today is one of those days those days to be taken for granted those days dropped in randomly shackled to my bones and wild are the dogs out for the hunt trickling past my life squeezing out every last ounce of compassion just for the hell of it all a good friend once said something important to me but it is hardly worth repeating now

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damn it goes again

there she is again rolling through my days and unfortunately your days too in those god damn yoga pants and not the kind that leave you upbeat or content joyous or horny she has her own way of moving dragging you into her misery spiking your drink and firing slugs eight right between the eyes

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my line is good

i’ve got the goddamn fan on high and i’m cycling through all my bad dreams meanwhile these two maladjusted pipes dangling over my head bang out another lost cause symphony while my shiny eyed dog stares into space begging me to come home

theories about how to get well stories about singing the blues poems about cancer spreading my love that’s all i need right now nothing complicated nothing out of the ordinary just a good old fashioned hanging of the soul