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As She Lives and Dies

The adrenaline rush from roller coasters and tattoo needles

feed the addiction you forgot about. 

The scar on your knee from when Dominique knocked your bike over in ‘95

And the fucked up shit your mom said to you the other day are equally vivid.

 

You heard a song.

You know… That one song by whatshisface?

Made you remember spraying your clothes with febreeze to silence the

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A queue

A QUEUE

I’m standing on a queue

Like everyone around me,

Waiting for end;

As it

Moves.

 

Strangers at first, but now;

Bound by the line 

Waiting for end;

Slowly it

Moved.

 

Fate, universe, free will & choices;

All those fancy words,

Now together to

Finish line

(we) go.

 

Reason, meanings,duty and focus;

Changed my own world,

As I chang...

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Left

Left

5:27 am

It is time to get up.

Airport.

Shower – I use the woman’s fancy shampoo.

Toothpaste, lotion, brush; done – in the black hygiene bag.

The woman enters the bedroom to check on me, “You have everything?”

“Yes,” I say, “I think so; if I leave anything, you could send it to me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Okay,” I say.  She walks to the kitchen and sits down softly with ...

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You Ain't One of Us!

You ain’t one of us!

You don’t speak our language; you don’t accept our rites,

You love going to school, you’re never in fights,

You’re a fanny, a minge, a shame to the blood,

You don’t act or do what a gypsy lad should.

 

You ain’t one of us!

You love the gorja; you call them your friends,

The bairns of bobbies, where does your loyalty lie in the end?

You want to leave ...

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