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 and you fuck me up secondhand, a pen rushing into carbon copies. i don’t want to know you but i feel your scent fill the room like you’re al... [read more] |
 Enveloped in the choreographed, transformative lights (the entire spectrum displayed, but majoring on pastel), your body moving to the rhyth... [read more] |
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I thought to call this poem, "His Socks," but chose to address you---and by extension, your new socks--- directly. Ordinary crew socks... [read more] |
 As I walk in the woods I do so, hoping no one can find me the only sound is from stepping on leaves they sound crunchy or is it just m... [read more] |
 What self-appointed aviphobe decided the term would be 'a murder of crows'? [read more] |
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Some call me to repent... and I say "First let me pent" [read more] |
 A psychic issues brilliance And guides me to the truth Of life and its experience [read more] |