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Poem Sans Title III.my glow / is your bust / i know it so don't tamper with my individual
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Apr 8, 2010
I'm Not Done.Listen to these whispers / you're going to find a terror you haven't encountered / in your peaceable years in your masculine form
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Apr 8, 2010
Poem Sans Title II.the men, they like to jab me with their loneliness / jabbing, in-out, in-out / and they like to do so with intensity of the precursor to love
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Apr 8, 2010
A moment of reflective narcissism is always healthy.I have been named Darkness, as a term of endearment. / I have been said to be an itch that one cannot scratch. / I go to extremes in no direction,
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Apr 8, 2010
Thoughts For A Military Man.He arrived home / dead / with a still beating heart
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Apr 8, 2010
A Bitter Taste (To Match My Bitter Spirit)My fingers are powdered with vitamin C residue / as I place the smal pill on my tongue / and taste the bitter thing
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Apr 8, 2010
The Hard and The Soft.I. The Hard / I want so badly / to be your finger puppet.
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Apr 8, 2010
The cure.I think I've been tricked into thinking I'm sick. / If you want to know more I can give you the Bic / Just give it a little click
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Apr 8, 2010
Do Not Eat My Candy.Should have stayed benevolent through it all / But I let my venom course it's way through my own veins, / Poisoning all with my bite.
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Apr 8, 2010
Torn skin starts to heal.(Excerpts from my thought process of today.) / I've been implored by conversation and my own pieces I've taken from it / to find comfort in the absence of perfection.
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Apr 8, 2010
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