Beatrice Mars
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Impounding NothingnessA Poem by Beatrice MarsFor you there are no shapes in the impounding nothingness. And yet I pity you still |
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(Anti-Septic Tears)A Poem by Beatrice MarsPick them out with my fingernails, Make me bleed all over again. |
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Boris The SpiderA Story by Beatrice MarsThere was a Spider in the Bath. I was inpired.(I didn't Keep the Spider) |
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