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"Nothing good gets away." →
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sapiosexual (n.) -  a person who is sexually attracted to intelligence in others.
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'Legacy'
By Derrick Weston Brown My father’s vocabulary is extensive but he still can’t find the words  for I love you.  Nor the synonyms acronyms or abbreviations. I guess this is why I am a poet. I inherited the words lost to his dictionary. I am the new volume. Updated. New testament. 
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The Sex Addiction Epidemic →
Ecstatic that people are finally granting this legitimacy. Six months strong. 
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November 2011
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A Night in A City Far from Heart's Home
Coffee and pipe smoke remind me I’m half heart-broke. This dent in my bed has  me dreaming of you. 
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Being Without
I miss you. If I can’t tell you for fear of wearing those words thin, knocking the weight and meaning clean out of them, if I can’t tell you for fear that I’m thinking of you more than you’re thinking of me and my thinking of you is thinking too much, I can at least write them here. Again. And again and again.  I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.  I miss you.  I miss...
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On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful... →
More than anything, I hope that there is truth to this.
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Your waist is light and slender,  your fingers neat and small Your cheeks too red and rosy  to face the cannonball.   Although my waist is light and slender,  my fingers are neat and small It would not make me tremble to see ten thousand fall. - “Jack-A-Roe” (Trad.) Came across this in Jean Thompson’s wonderful “It Would Not Make Me Tremble” and...
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Writing to Someday Aspire to Have the Hope of...
That moment where your eyes pull up from where they’re anchored to the page and the clock declares that two hours have somehow slipped away through the words and the characters so true and familiar you swear you’ve met them before. 
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