August 7, 2010
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TO PATRICK
We were adolescent friends Armed with pubescent bravado Always joking—always smiling The girls always liked you So I thought you…
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MANIC NIGHTS
Some things are dangerous to remember Nights flying through streets Lights flashing—sending signals Time slowing—now racing Every corner a new…
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HONESTLY
What I want Is to hold you To feel your lips Against mine What I feel Is tortured longing Swelling…