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Band aid | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Tue, 2011-12-06 19:16 hop. This unhealthy co-existence has continued to live all by itself like a robot that finally remembered it was alive. I no longer have fingers to continue to scratch this itch. I refused to remove the band aid hopefully it will fall off on it's on without the pain of ripping it off.
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room to scream in | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Room to scream in. Sun, 2010-07-11 00:02 hop.
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Death of a poetry lover | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Death of a poetry lover. Thu, 2010-07-29 19:13 hop.
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springtime | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Fri, 2007-03-23 23:39 hop. Finally I believe that springtime has arrived.get ready to sneeze.
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Happy | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Tue, 2007-05-15 23:59 hop.
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4th day of the seventh month | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? 4th day of the seventh month. Fri, 2010-07-09 16:56 hop. As the city celebrated it's day of independence. I began to find my own. Drifting loveless under a smokey sky. I found an answer from the reason why. As I drifted toward my home. My itching heart began to understand. I slowly began to let go of what i never really had. And dust off my pride.
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Broken in May | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Mon, 2011-06-27 13:39 hop. I can't pretend not to think. I can't prevent my heart from sinking. My tough skin sheds. I really hate my shoes.
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older blue eyes | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Sun, 2010-07-11 08:57 hop. For forever I used to shy away from mirrors like a vampire. Inside the dusty smudges of glass I see an old friend. Lasting scars no longer visible. Passing far from where I ran away from. Searching for the right metaphors I get myself dressed and think about making some eggs. A new Philadelphia day starts a new.
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sometimes you can go home again (but not often) | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Tue, 2010-09-21 13:08 hop.
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bruised pen.. | jOHNhOPKINS.net
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Refusal 2 indulge on sad. Sometimes you can go home again (but not often). Death of a poetry lover. Room to scream in. Which John Hopkins poem is your favorite? Sun, 2010-07-11 12:13 hop. As I removed the leach from my heart I remembered where I lost my brain. Now the man who only loves things that can't or won't love him back got another chance. I replaced the shame of regret with a sudden swell of honest wordplay. Creative monsters are quickly escaping from the sewers of my mind.