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She couldn't decide if she loved him so she belted the garden umbrella with his pecan silk tie to see if it would hold and let it rain like misery, she couldn't decide if she loved him so she cisored strips of skin from her feet

This is always the worst part. As you pass the park, the street dissolves into little more than an alley. It's here I was born, here between the clothes-lines and the chipped brickwork of some long-forgotten Minister For Housing. "Let's abolish the slums," and everyone agreed because it had to be done, no-brainer. But this ain't no concrete paradise, is it, Mr. Tory? It's a trackmark on the arm of the town, the stab wound in the gut of this body. Broken glass battles with broken teeth to pave the street, the council saved on paint by using human blood.

This sestina will make you think I am great.

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I believe I was here before Many months prior And I think that I forced a tear Tearing a canvas chair.

You knew I would still be awake, sitting up in bed with my laptop, the only light left on in the house. You: reader, critic, appreciator, lover. I cannot tell you exactly what time it is; I can't tell you the day or the month. It is autumn: there are fallen leaves going soggy in the gutter when I walk home. I bought black leather boots today ' that is how I will measure the time.

A philosophical bathime is interrupted by irritated thought.

I want ink stains on my mouth as proof, and wax under my fingernails; I want to be able to mispronounce you and mention you in all the wrong places; I want you to be written, like an easy word;

Relatively seen Are we certain what we mean? Absolutely - not. God leaves Paradise Monkey leaves tree - becomes god. Paradise lost : paved. ABC for me...