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Cloves and CinnamonI take my shoes off at your door. / It is Christmas eve. / The walls are paper thin, and the lantern
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Mar 22, 2012
The RainOzone hangs from the trees; / The ground is full of moisture. / Mist gathers in your hair; You
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Feb 9, 2012
ToolsYour hands, Incisors / Your lips, like Pliers / Penetrate, Golden
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Jan 31, 2012
The Last TimeThe sun on my face / You say it's like the beach / The water hits our back.
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Jan 31, 2012
PendantThis pen feels like a cut / a sore, a bleeding pendant / On my finger
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Jan 24, 2012
VialsBottles / tiny glass enemies / filled with bitter fear
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Jan 24, 2012
PitchYour paleness is Pitch / against Winter's bite / it's all over your Skin
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Jan 24, 2012
SlowI see your walk, through / my kohl eyes. / Your mirrored approach uninvited.
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Jan 24, 2012
ResuscitateTranquilize my heart with / Soft Shocking / I'm the best you'll ever have.
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Jan 24, 2012
Little girlThe little girl came to me, with / fever in her eyes. She laid her / sweaty palm on my breast.
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Jan 22, 2012
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