I have gluten free parts / unless you count my farts.

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I run my visitors off / like a cap I’m twisting off / Kiss them with scoff /but first to read their blog.

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Sweet kiss of oblivion – heart like obsidian.

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I gave him my love / still he / tossed it in the mire / made me walk on fire / like I’m some liar.

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Why would he love a dead red sea / is that what I’m becoming / is there good in me?

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Left behind
But forced to go on
Through the grime
Delete my life
Rearrange the pie
Crunch time

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He’s interested in the context
Not the poetry but my point next
He gets into the prospect
What makes me sad
What I detest
He’s like a mirror what I reflect

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I woke up with money, and I mean a lot;
Unless you think ten grand is not.

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In the far recesses of your heart, moving forward and backward feel the same

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If you’re gonna reset the deck
Don’t write the check
Force your hand instead
Erase the bet
Need savings to your neck

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Montana
Mountains
Call of the wild
Throw a dart
I’ll drive there

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God recalled
Every little sin
One of God’s flaws

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Find me in the attic
Uncovering mirrors
Acting erratic
Unlike the flickers
They seem more static
Visions are clearer

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I’m usually not wrong with my calculations unless it’s math
Then I have to ask

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I don’t know what hate is / I’m only torn by love

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Heads up: A lender reported that the status of your account is now current. Drifting but determined. Maybe we’re learning. But watch for what is coming…

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FOR THE RECORD: I hate my online etiquette but I’m at odds to change it.

It’s me not you…

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P.S. I’ve yelled at my body to “grow up” so much in the mirror but alas I’m this tiny fucking thang.

No man has ever made me feel like a woman either.

So fuck you.

But please stay.

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I wish he’d remove my clothing – instead of my wings.

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