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It doesn’t matter where I’ve been The people I’ve touched The skin I’m in All I am is a memory To former lovers And enemies
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Coconut spoke too much Apple met a pear Bananas never felt so good Strawberries have hair Blue are the berries Round like tears I shall never live a life based on fear
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I like the works of Charles Bukowski. He reminds me of a wet cigarette in between your fingers as you try to keep the cherry from the rain. The coffee is still shooting steam from its cover, and I am alone with my thoughts. They can lead you into madness. I watch myself from twenty…
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What’s a lesson you’ve learned recently that shifted your perspective? Listening is always better when you don’t know what to say…
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Birth an idea Birth a soul Birth someone You’re soon to know Raise an army of the dead wish you could see inside my head
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“Why burn bridges?” my cousin asks me, on the snowy globe of his mother’s home. How can he see, as he stands tall like a king, that he is only a court jester? All I did was set the match ablaze and toss it in front of me to expose the puddles of gasoline that…
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What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self? You really don’t have to…
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There is a woman Like a barrel-breasted fish If you asked She’d tell you I’m a bitch I love her, though and that’s a fact Your girl can play Tit for tat
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“Just curious…” my mother ends her question with an addendum. The answer to her question is six weeks… Six weeks from when he came to the front desk, where I was stationed at work, and said he wanted to disappear into the Green Mountains, and I replied, “Take me with you.” She wanted to know…
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They tried to keep me here. It’s all I can think of sometimes as I sift through the silverware drawer that used to be mine, in what used to be my home. It’s like entering a time capsule, one in which nothing has changed, as if two people haven’t become ghosts. I sometimes find myself…
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Sharon Rose 