| 12/31/2007
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we've loved for three years but all that time you annoyed now i choose to leave |
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| 12/30/2007
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the missed connection was due to her stuffy nose and fourteen hours |
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| 12/29/2007
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grease drips from the car john writes with crayon on the wall planning his future |
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| 12/28/2007
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tingle in the feet pinch between the shoulder blades I'm a working slob |
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| 12/27/2007
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Maupin's tackle store as cute as the trading post like the tumbleweeds |
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| 12/26/2007
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as I drive to work the snow comes on like Star Wars an hypnotic split |
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| 12/25/2007
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tan hills by Vermeer I never want to go out framed by the window |
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| 12/24/2007
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you smell rich as sleep and fold around my body like moon through the glass |
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| 12/23/2007
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chewing on a Bic a way to stave off hunger homeless cold and broke |
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| 12/22/2007
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the moon shines sky full over the grocery store shoppers do not see |
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| 12/21/2007
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frosted car windshields red, silver, white, line by line dog bites the snowball |
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| 12/20/2007
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she was a white snake she's not crying in the rain hope is love, Guanyin |
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| 12/19/2007
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christmas lights hung square an apartment balcony plastic begonias |
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| 12/18/2007
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user interface must log in to see your friends fingers speak the words |
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| 12/15/2007
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floral pattern sheet pink and yellow stipple print dappled with dog hair |
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| 12/14/2007
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it's a mystery the reason why you love me through these several years |
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| 12/13/2007
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blue panel sunshine diaphanous fuzz bucket glitter of christmas |
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| 12/12/2007
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hair like her mother's some day she'll pluck her eyebrows square head paper doll |
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| 12/11/2007
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yogurt and spices simmering on the stove top hindi butter dish |
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| 12/10/2007
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she leans in to see the smallest flaws of her pores probing fingernails |
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| 12/08/2007
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father lifts her up hands up her wrists a red grip as he spins her high |
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| 12/07/2007
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it is probable that I am not a writer because I worry |
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| 12/06/2007
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take the grievance list tape it in the complaint book smug satisfaction |
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12:27 AM
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| 12/05/2007
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brown slump-backed sofa animal fur on the arms a piece of heaven |
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| 12/04/2007
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static change event invalid host for object add participant |
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| 12/03/2007
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why do I do this every day laboring over a few words |
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| 12/02/2007
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the wind has wide cheeks wind beats on the door 'hello' 'who will let me in' |
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| 12/01/2007
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she purrs in octaves chromatic alteration A above A# |
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