julia-spohnWhisper

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Just a Little LongerAs we lay in bed, / Afternoon creeping in on us, / You said eight words that / Hold you in my head f
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Sep 4, 2014
Sweet PicklesYou are like sweet pickles. / I prefer dill, / Always have and always will / And your taste will nev
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Feb 28, 2011
Via NegativaThere's no formula. / Why would there be a formula, / Why muddle it up with signs and / Figures and
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Feb 28, 2011
Orsino's LamentI had always thought that Love / Would open the floodgates, / Would make of me / A giant vial, / Tip
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Feb 28, 2011
The SuitorI am in love with / Melancholy. / He is the sweetest of suitors, / Bedazzled in jewels that glint so
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Feb 28, 2011
Green ApplesRed, red ripeness. / I bite into you, / You waxed up, charmed up, / And now bitten up / Red apple. /
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Feb 28, 2011
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