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She had an assortedSpray of soresThat left no part ofHer lips unturnedto kiss,Yet her client
Looked her upAnd down,Declaring,I can find otheravenues ..
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If I were a Native
I wouldn’t like it
If I were called a
Siberian Land-Bridge
Asian,
By those pretending
To be American
Of European des..
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Where were you?
You let me go
Seasons pass,
With another
You eloped.
Our season returns,
I watch the snow
Icing oaks,
Then you shake
Me awak..
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Do men with small penises
Think they just have big c***s?
In this new age of pronouns,
Do they just think they’re its?
Why buy a box of Whe..
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we try on women like clothes
after some years,
we look back at our wardrobe,
out of style, so damn old;
some pants are ripped,
some shirts still ..
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I have reached that age of an old dog,
losing his old tricks
I refuse to speak, sit, or roll
for masters and fools.
I’m lost in a world of..
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History isn’t just written by winners;
Victory, and how it is won,
is sterilized, made glorious
By the best of intentions,
and omission.
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enduring a new moon
in the depth of winter’s night,
dark, cold and cursed,
existence rides in a coffin
in the back of a hearse,
waiting to ..
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Our atoms came from within
the hearts of stars;
so why are you burning out in
bellies and bars,
drowning your corona in sorrow,
when you could..
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We’re given this corner to stand on and peddle our goods,
hawk our own newspaper, write our own books.
It’s not big, it’s not sm..
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