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Tag: Germany

What were you looking for?
I guess I could call the cops, if you really think she needs all that drama
Looks like somebody’s not getting enough attention
It had been a peculiar week
The party was ending
Everybody said what a nice time it had been
What in the world are you doing?
Did I scare you?
Forgive me for running off like that
It seemed they were going to be friends for the night
Gone fishing
And you don’t even have to remember how it feels, if you remember how it looks
Loneliness is a mask
No different than anyone else, we were young. Once.
Something there is that doesn’t love a happy ending
Let me just slow this down a little bit here
It was always your light that I saw at the window
I see you leaving for the blue end of the sky
We live in a city of (rough) approximations
All poems cause side effects
I was hoping there might be a clue here
And you were hiding from the photographer?
I hated having to ask them to wait
He needed somebody to lean on
Don’t worry about it, it’s all right
It was nothing I had ever seen before
I never saw him playing cards, chess, or Scrabble
Quarrelling, trading insults, but ever, at bottom, bosom pals
I learned to pick out a hydrant
Its walls had been painted often enough
I could have gone through the door
A silent place where no one would hear my cries of outrage or pleas for freedom
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I couldn’t sleep that night, not a wink
I was quiet a moment
Let me catch my breath
You can’t be serious! Have you gone mad? Leave here?
At first they kept us in cages like zoo animals
I’m sorry this happened to you
What sounds came from the street were distant, indistinguishable
I think it’s better to be up high
I’m happy to be here with you
And then his gray eyes would drop to her face once more
Nothing wrong with it
Does the combination mean anything to you?
Molecules of an idea began coagulating
Life has its ironies
The kitchen is farther down on the right
I hate it when corpses go walkabout
It was like some bizarre work of art

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