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gadget
"go go gadget" or something of the like..what a sorely disappointing word
robot
A dear friend of mine used to compare herself to a robot, as she believed that she had shut off all emotion. She'd jokingly say, "shutting down now," when she was having a hard time. A muted heart and glazed over eyes..could her veins ever be replaced with wires? Will that heart stay preserved somehow?
whiskey
bourbon and whiskey on your breath, cheeks as red as a robin's chest, where do we go when there's nothing left? that map you've got knows well, that map you've got will tell.
hysterical
"no longer, no longer, other half. strange steps. (hysterical)" i am scared i won't be enough for you. that's all i'm preoccupied with: all i am projecting, all i am relating everything back to. i don't deserve you, and yet i think i do.
wanted
"I wanted to let you in," she said gently, "but my landlord would have woken up when the door shut. I'm sorry I kept you out in the cold."
swept
the breeze swept dust up like you swept me up, tousled and twisted in the summer air, the heat from our feet stuck dirt to our heels
cheap
the gun dug into the inside of her cheek and she tried to grit her teeth, saliva rushing through her teeth. finally it was over, and he showed her in the mirror. "talk is cheap," tattooed on the inside on her lip in flowery, cliche cursive.
keychain
I fumbled for my keys, a wet cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Shit. It was raining and I couldn't find it. I cursed my luck under my breath, keychain jingling. She waited by my side, tapping her fingers impatiently on the door frame.
strong
i reach into the ground with roots that grow deep, the scent of earth and sky above my feet.
outlet
the mango grove was hushed and humid. the extension cord wound through the rotten fruit into the house and the outlet.
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