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Water HypothesisThe boy you love says, *I’m going to **** you.* / So you let him. / You let him take you home and
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Apr 10, 2013
I Am That BirdLet us pretend, beloved, that / this is the skin you wore yesterday. / Allow me to lick the salt from your
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Jan 28, 2013
AneurysmKnowing you, I am like a girl / who willfully touches hemlock to her tongue. / For among the boney noose of pearls
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Nov 21, 2012
Made to ClimbKnees quake, stagnant faces caressed / smearing red, smearing salt across painted dress. / Some eyes barren, some eyes gone,
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Aug 21, 2012
What Sorrow IsSorrow is a hot flush of prickle / salt filled pearls that spill over / the dry reds of your cheeks.
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May 6, 2012
MassBlack robes, white collars, / eyes black as night and fiery voices / that of pretense speak.
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Mar 26, 2012
I Get Thunder Every NightI trace my fingers along your smooth, / Porcelain hold / And I decide yes.
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Feb 21, 2012
Warring In VacationThere are birds. / The birds are pursuing you. / The birds are silver
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Feb 5, 2012
The ChildHow beautiful is the innocence of a child? / So lofty in spirits, so in character undefiled. / So pure and untainted are their wants of the world;
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Jan 10, 2012
TodayHow I love that grin, that smile / That makes my own lips turn / Towards heaven. Or is it hell.
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Oct 27, 2011
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