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the arrangement of words: April 2010
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Tuesday, April 20, 2010. That permanence of peace,. That trust forged in trial,. That security for secrets,. That last laugh at adversity,. That comfort of consistency,. That depth of devotion,.
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the arrangement of words: February 2010
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Ive lassoed the moon and let it go, Ive ice-clim. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Friday, February 12, 2010. I've lassoed the moon and let it go,. I've ice-climbed in a thaw,. I've sun bathed in blackness,. And walked free an outlaw. I stood w...
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the arrangement of words: January 2012
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Tuesday, January 10, 2012. You left a print, not a story. Beauty paints an impression,. A thing pressed into the soul,. Not a time-line of events. I bear your mark, your print. Despite my dark nature,.
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the arrangement of words: February 2012
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Friday, February 17, 2012. I went running tonight. The weather was optimal for memory. I was one with the dark moist air. My footsteps were soft,. But my soul was on fire,. And my left knee screamed.
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the arrangement of words: March 2009
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Sunday, March 29, 2009. Wishing washing smiling clowns. Shouting things you think you know. Searching for the next thing fun. Missing everything that's real. Friday, March 20, 2009. But landing is as rare as sun...
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the arrangement of words: October 2010
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Bring me the cold. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Thursday, October 28, 2010. Bring me the cold. Bring me the cold. The anger in my bones is warm. It needs a rival. It needs the Northwind and her delegates. Blinding the intake at my eyes,.
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the arrangement of words: November 2013
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. We dont write when we are happy. We write when we. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Monday, November 11, 2013. We don't write when we are happy. We write when we are sad. Words, swollen and wet. Rupture onto a page. Weightless, the words wait.
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the arrangement of words: September 2012
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. StartFragment- And besides, it’s coldand tha. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Saturday, September 29, 2012. And besides, it’s cold. And that makes me think of you. One more night in Russia’s winter. What is it floating between me and the sun?
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the arrangement of words: January 2013
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The arrangement of words. Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face- impossible. If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you. View my complete profile. Asia Gone, Buckeye Gone. Wednesday, January 9, 2013. In time colored happy by past glances from you. I swing back and forth the pendulum. Driftwood unmeant for sea or shore,. Burns red then black,. The wooden heart of wanting.
