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I know a hundred ways to die I think to myself as I walk away Her child will miss me more than she will! I know some poison I could d..

Curse thee weak love! Sure as I tickle eternity Sure as I opened up, showed unmuffled vulnerability The creaking of my brutishness, my huma..

Even like a faithful man content with his little kingdom I to my imperfection must abide, art best in nakedness Without healing, or redemption, ..

Ah to me, the spirit is some second Guest When love departs my bracelets of time bright These eager eyes, are not alone To make our souls..

In sweetness dumb and trembling worth The love I sought was of the past, dead romance Not the profit this world earns, and saves But..

Pardon that my soul should form in strife Since you were swimming in my brain With sculpted turquoise, gills of a life that could have been?..

Pardon, oh, I have been misled by intense emotion! I know the remedy, is to forget you, my Pagan mistress In the distant years, I shall recogniz..

Beloved, I did bring you flowers three times But the last time you chided me, and said That my poverty could not afford such beauty! And ..

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