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Confessions of a Minotaur"Speak," / Said the Minotaur. / "Speak."
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Jul 11, 2010
FootprintsSometimes journeys are best taken / Alone. The time of day / When the world is so new,
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Jul 11, 2010
HeartcryI have lost the beat of your heart / No matter how I held it / Safe as a seashell in my palms.
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Sep 11, 2010
HeartstringsGive me your heart strings, baby, / And I’ll weave them into a swing. / We’ll swing until we’re old, baby,
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Jul 11, 2010
IIShadow ghosts, / With ice-cold fingers. / Come near me, precious.
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Jul 11, 2010
LamentI make no bones about it; / I’m as common as they come. / I have since lost interest
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Jul 16, 2010
LycanthropyIf given some lycanthropy / perhaps I might choose / to chase horses
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Nov 17, 2010
SeasonalNew buds of spring, all / Green and quiver timid / Like the sensitive skin of her fingertips,
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Jul 11, 2010
The Lion MatrixThe lion's breath abates at last. / Two pieces silver hold it fast. / Though a quick man saves it for me,
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Jul 11, 2010
UnrequitedDance, star-children, dance, / For you are born from the hot nova womb / Of the fetal goddess that is our universe.
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Oct 5, 2010
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