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You hold water for those you love
This story is a Neil Young song when you aren't looking
Old people just grow lonesome
The strangeness of seeing another car on a late night back road
3 a.m and perched on a fence off the John Lodge Freeway, alternately kissing and watching firemen battle a cityscape ablaze
Put an unmonitored piano in a public place. It's the only real magic that exists.
If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. Or anyway I might get arrested.
It's a beautiful day, but the smog's back
The dustbin of history
You are groovy. No, I mean it. Ask a fish. Ask the moon.
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