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*No offense, ladies. Daube's all for the Fems.
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to a girl
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Ants will devourOur hearts,Our soulsWill be rolled upLike scrollsInside the skullsOf dead horsemen.And Adonis willWeep,Naked and alone,WoundedIn the f..
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an apple in my handa blue rose in your hairyour lips pressed against my lipsthe late evening’s tranquil skyand you asleep in my armsbreathing pr..
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i tried
to patch the broken pieces of a picture,
but my
hands trembled a bit too much, nervous
it seems,
and the blue-jay in its cage..
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She
wasn't beautiful. She had an oddly shaped face. Her pants fit her a bit too
tight and she hardly ever seemed comfortable in her blue hos..
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a young woman with freckled cheeks
and dream-worn eyes; a pretty prostitute:
- a damned gamine.
she prepares my heroin,
careful..
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don't mean to seem vulgar
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eliot ex.and him"what's wrong?" with me... :and me i say:i have tasted the penny flavorof bootless schemeshave confided to my carethe dreadful secrets..
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I was wrestling with words beneath the bright skull of the moon, dreaming of springs and flowering gardens wherein lovers meet - a romance in kind, wa..
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