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I have done it before I won’t do it again I don’t know my limits But I’ll pretend This world that doesn’t revolve around me,
Dear Older Woman in the Grocery Store, I am your cashier. I scan your cookies, your cakes, your medications; I make polite conversation, delicately choosing my words As you delicately chose and scribbled each item
A twist of the limbs off the tree makes an entire population cry. For plants do not matter, but the tongues that leave a worse bite. Eyes are decieving to one's own set, They roam off to quickly than the breaths we emit.
My nails finally grew To one millimeter plus two They were crooked and uneven, But man, was I so proud.   My sister has talons That they would love in salons, But I'll say it was nice to see
I want to know all of your little habits. I want to know what it’s like To be next to you when you sleep. I want to know how You sing in the shower,
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
“What could we change if I offered to help?”Take note of this thought. Tape it to walls.Stick this to billboards and light postsand maybe the back of your head of you're bald!
Explain to me the difference between a house and a home, I've tried all alone but only to find it's not in my bones, I'm deep, Deeply lost,  Deeply sorry, Sorry for what I am, Sorry for what I do,
Habits can be good or bad They can make your moods range from happy to sad
Hi mister  how did you enter my room  my room says girls only at the door so thats why he goes through the window how was your day his cold breath asks . my day was beautiful it snowed , 
Red, Orange, Blue, Silence. Murmur,
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Habits Never Die   Promises. Broken. It's not a contract; you can renew. You say it once. You break it twice. Guilt has tainted you. No time to lament. It's done.
I was eating my pancakes Aunt Jemima’s Buttermilk and Liquid Maple Sugar
You are Newports on any day smoke fuming from the sleeves of a military jacket coiling like dragon's breath in moonlit air
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