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I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
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You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.
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I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
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The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.
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she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing
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You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime
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You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.
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I thought, The flowers, save the flowers... I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people
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Yes, I like girls Yes, I like boys I like boys who like boys I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't I like girls who don't call themselves girls Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.
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I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
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Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.
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If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
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Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
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...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against show them what you’re for.
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If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.
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and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
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That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
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To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
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But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
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None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.
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A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
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