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1. Non-fiction The bathroom faucet gushes nectar drowns my hands in never-laughter, "Sorry" is a specter when you told me "0" I felt disgusting, hopelessly deluded, naked. Last night I dreamed that New York City was nuked, another Twin Towers Lost, everyone radiated. But then I dreamed of you, in a tight blue dress, glaring, cute pout, "Is this right?" you asked as you flawlessly played Beethoven's "The Tempest." I smiled. "Perfect." I hardly smile these days. 2. Satisfaction Deflection of your image is essential. The closer I get, the more those spiders right there don't you see them slipping on the stucco wall? They remember the feeling that satisfaction brings of outsmarting us all as the sky reflected in my fingernail is a storyteller of love's plastic rings. Is it summer yet? This doesn't feel adventurous, heart-warming, sunsets, beaches, grandfather, innocent crush, my eyes in sugar rush, and the books that told me much so that I could die one day in your hush. 3. A Loss of Inspiration Midnight's soon, the day's been wasted thinking of worlds aside from This, the walls' three dents from my broken fist and the postcard she forgot she posted in this odd room I fill with jackets, wisdom, thrill, come sundown I rush into wishes that my jealousy could be just, yet it's "brand-new in a landfill" restoring your horrified webcam look. Since you've gone and my love has died, this pen's bloodstains have been my pride. 4. Medicine Maybe you don't realize you've crushed that tiny bug. His funeral will not be held, not until the walls cover their ears, and blood diamonds ask for fears. A refill and a terror, I can only see your purple sweater bending once for all my vice; Maroon Dream City is waiting for us. These med heavens. So addicting until I relapsed into your eyes, I'm still sick of it all: the horizon never reached and darkness perched and ready. Stop confusing me already. 5. Hideout Hey, why did I miss you Your smile from last June And no girl will ever I wonder I wonder Slow down, run me over And laaaugh Come walk beside this faster incompletion On a chilly night of sirens Hey, why did And my head pounds from lack of Hey, if I were to go forever Come to me in my hideout and I'll kiss your scream with eternity.

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1. Non-fiction The bathroom faucet gushes nectar drowns my hands in never-laughter, "Sorry" is a specter when you told me "0" I felt disgusting, hopelessly deluded, naked. Last night I dreamed that New York City was nuked, another Twin Towers Lost, everyone radiated. But then I dreamed of you, in a tight blue dress, glaring, cute pout, "Is this right?" you asked as you flawlessly played Beethoven's "The Tempest." I smiled. "Perfect." I hardly smile these days. 2. Satisfaction Deflection of your image is essential. The closer I get, the more those spiders right there don't you see them slipping on the stucco wall? They remember the feeling that satisfaction brings of outsmarting us all as the sky reflected in my fingernail is a storyteller of love's plastic rings. Is it summer yet? This doesn't feel adventurous, heart-warming, sunsets, beaches, grandfather, innocent crush, my eyes in sugar rush, and the books that told me much so that I could die one day in your hush. 3. A Loss of Inspiration Midnight's soon, the day's been wasted thinking of worlds aside from This, the walls' three dents from my broken fist and the postcard she forgot she posted in this odd room I fill with jackets, wisdom, thrill, come sundown I rush into wishes that my jealousy could be just, yet it's "brand-new in a landfill" restoring your horrified webcam look. Since you've gone and my love has died, this pen's bloodstains have been my pride. 4. Medicine Maybe you don't realize you've crushed that tiny bug. His funeral will not be held, not until the walls cover their ears, and blood diamonds ask for fears. A refill and a terror, I can only see your purple sweater bending once for all my vice; Maroon Dream City is waiting for us. These med heavens. So addicting until I relapsed into your eyes, I'm still sick of it all: the horizon never reached and darkness perched and ready. Stop confusing me already. 5. Hideout Hey, why did I miss you Your smile from last June And no girl will ever I wonder I wonder Slow down, run me over And laaaugh Come walk beside this faster incompletion On a chilly night of sirens Hey, why did And my head pounds from lack of Hey, if I were to go forever Come to me in my hideout and I'll kiss your scream with eternity.