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acid rainbows

 

was told by a woman last night

that if i married her i would be

fourteen million dollars richer

 

and here i thought my dreams of

acid rainbows and neon souls

were outlandish

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dare

 

dare to fall

in love

 

dare to have

your heart

broken yet

again

 

dare to tell

her you love

her

 

dare to empty

your soul at

her doorstep

 

dare to look

in the eyes

of the spanish

princess and

get swept

away

 

dare her to

keep saying

no and miss

out on the

adventure

of a lifetime

 

Spanish Eyes -- Edwin Rosado

 

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never meant to be loved

 

they don't

understand

the pain

 

the lonely

drifting of

a lost soul

 

never meant

to be loved

 

to feel

whole

 

to feel

anything

other than

despair

 

the broken

understand

 

they see the

desperation

dripping from

the eyes

 

like a yellow

cancer

 

a red fear

or anger

 

nothing ever

the same again

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some sleazy toilet outside of toledo

 

i can't remember

the last time i

kissed a woman

 

and it's not that

i don’t want to

 

but when years

become decades

 

what's the fucking

point

 

eventually, we all

die

 

become a statistic

 

a case settled

in court

 

ashes flushed down

some sleazy toilet

outside of toledo

 

like any of us

deserve any

better

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tomorrow was simply a rumor

 

met a woman that reminded me

of the pam grier fever dreams

i had as a child

 

we danced the night away over

glasses of bourbon and a lonely

man playing the saxophone

 

she kissed me like tomorrow

was simply a rumor

 

my hands embraced every curve

like this was the last meal of

some old fuck stuck on death row

 

we had one of those fucks in the

parking lot that only teenagers

ever get to dream about

 

this was over a decade ago now

 

she's married to some lucky soul

out west

 

and i'm wondering when luck

will ever strike again

 

 

 

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any different than this

i no longer 

dream of 

beautiful

women

there are

no stunning

sunsets on

a beach in

some tropical

land

there is only

darkness

pain

and high heels

with long legs

that lead to

nowhere good

sometimes i

will sit in bed

for hours

wondering if

death feels any

different than

this

i believe this

is why the

bottle became

a good close

friend

So Kate - Long Legs and Louboutins -- Lilith Rose

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behind those locked doors

i look at all 

the christmas 

lights in the

neighborhood

i keep wondering

what monsters they

are keeping behind

those locked doors

i hang old wreaths

around the outside

lights

no pretention or

joy for that matter

i never liked this

holiday and with

each year that

goes by

i understand more

and more why