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Average Argument

I’m tired.. I wanna go to sleep But here you come with this nonsense I told you I’m tired, dammit..

“Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build bridges even when there are no rivers.” – Sir Isaac

Why does the moonlight look so beautiful in those pretty brown eyes And why the world seem to stop whenever

I’m done with Bukowski. Done with the stale cigar smoke and bar napkin sonnets. Done with the man ~ with

I know you are the queen Capable of doing all those things But there’s a certain strength that a man

diction and dictation rock to sleep a world with little love for star-speckled elegance. i hear you, constellation – your

my back flat to this mat every vertebra tense, and hastened. hands enclose around my neck and for some reason,

Love? Those thirsty lost lovers Wander the desert of the human heart Drinking at sand And shouting sonnets to thieves.

We are modern day peddlers, the Renaissance women. – Except our paintbrushes look like cigarettes; Instead of

My next-door neighbor’s fish pond – home to shrieking nighttime amphibians. I’m a vegetarian – but I’d consider a frog