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egg hot pot Jan 24
what do I do
with all of these poems I wrote you
for one, A poet does not love
she writes,
would she just destroy all the literature
she wrote
i don't know the answer
egg hot pot Dec 2024
es tu mange ma coer
will you
?
egg hot pot Nov 2024
Winter morning sunshine
I feel like rubbing my feet
Her voice is rather sweet
But her lips stink of brine

Blood on my lips
Hers rather dry
Winter morning sunshine
Now mine smell like brine

Not the sorrow of regret
Nor the V of indignation
I just feel like winter morning sunshine
YOU
egg hot pot Dec 2024
YOU
can we please
hold hands
and dance to your favorite song
can we please look at each other
with love and lust
can you look at me
can you see me
can you know me
do you know my name
can you say hi?
can you
can yo
can y
can
ca
c
no

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