103 lines
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103 lines
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i am friends with the floor and
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deeply do i know her
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her cracks and her grooves
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and the way that she spins
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and she moves
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i know i’m going there
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i know i’m going there
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i know i’m going there
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to see what lies behind her
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when i feel the eyes
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staring dull-ly at me
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or tearing away
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you can become a word
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or a word can become you
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never quite fully stretching over your body
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not expecting anything but the changing of the seasons
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and in the other room are all my dreams coming to life
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i will weave into existence
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the piña shirt i will wear
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for the rest of my days
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made of all the things i should’ve been
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words, acts never realized
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hemmed with promises
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we will dance like fairies
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as paradise burns
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waking after the passing dawn
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autumn dreams remember
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the memory of the sun
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what makes jerusalem a special city
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in the second semester of elecromagnetic fields,
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i was asked to solve maxwell’s equations:
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for the magnetic pull of scattered places, changing places
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for the wavelengths of violet light, passing through calloused fingers
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for the electric potential, built up charge between father and son
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for the current density, always running back to mother
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tomorrow i will not show up to class
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so tell me, are we immigrants or abductees?
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i am a stranger on stolen land
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i would be stronger in my home land
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it's you, a warm robot beaming jubilantly in the corner,
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livening up my life in empty thickets.
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my delusional beauty decays from my scalp and drifts off in the water,
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i wade into the swamp to chase it, forgetting to go where you can’t follow.
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in my lockbox, i have stored a parcel of yearning
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why do you let me live,
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passing me like trucks on the freeway?
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all i know are the streams of lives i glimpse into
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which will not fit around my waist
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your voice cuts like a radio on the wrong frequency
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"i remember
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you were a boy
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grow up
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i want to be a writer"
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when i grow up, i want to be
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neither a fox nor colder.
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i want to write a remedy
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which sings the world bolder -
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a bright, brown or gold, glittering
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stain to ruin your whitened wedding.
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i've never seen so many roadkill coyotes before,
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pink like bare mesquite branches, rickety like a promise.
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our texas is an ocean, deeper than the moon;
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i will miss your company when the sea rises to applaud.
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soft-footed whispers on the cold tile,
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drowned in the seismic tremors
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choking me with your smoke
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at the dinner table
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coveted reunion of a fragmented people
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with their messiah, drafted a soul only to die
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to martyr for the greater lie and lessen
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the burdens of idols of grass and gasoline
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all the women of my life, singing
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"merry christmas" to dead men.
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jesus never grew up in a broken home
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so you fall asleep wondering if angels struggle
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speaking in tongues their fathers and mothers
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cannot speak
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we eat off dinner tables donated by our dear, diligent dead
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a few tears ago
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