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Marina strove for too much identity
in a bad falsetto she sang
and it was American;
So America, America,
11 years 12 months ago
Marina strove for too much identity
in a bad falsetto she sang
and it was American;
So America, America,
11 years 12 months ago
I am given hope by the presence of the air, the rocking of a foot under the blanket by a mother, strumming of an instrument and another
11 years 12 months ago
I lay there blank
drawing pictures
with nothing more than a mind,
a color scheme
11 years 12 months ago
We are just a fumble,
Beer can opened outside sounds like an echo,
The snapping of a guitar string.
11 years 12 months ago
There, a man stands on the train tracks of the Santa Fe Railroad Depot.
11 years 12 months ago
I met this boy, when I was eight years old
And what I loved most was the stories he told
11 years 12 months ago
We all need to understand each other
Understand we all sisters and brothers
11 years 12 months ago
Deep in my bones
In the webs of my soul
Dwells an experience of something much bigger
11 years 12 months ago
Her hips sway when she walks,
She is not harlot nor whore.
She hypnotizes me when she talks,
11 years 12 months ago