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this is about the innocence of childhood sexuality that we all experience growing up. A poem of childhood tenderness and experimentation

Nothing easy about these days is there? Hours brittle and long breaking off in the heart of evening giving way to weeping. Days full of fight ..

Crawling out of my thoughts, sitting here alone in the darkness on the edge of dream, with midnight slithering up my flesh, striking 12 o’..

Your creeping vine of sorrow, drops its seeds of memory. They pulsate and germinate spreading themselves thinly in my soil. The dirt of me rum..

this is what we all do, people like you and me, who hang out in places like this.

A simple life of contentment can arrive out of nowhere like an uninvited guest... and what do I wear? what do I serve in its honor? So unfamiliar..

gifts of reflection

The large, oversized screen screams from the corner... feeds me morsels of gloom and doom from its kitchen where the morning offerings are cooked t..

As You Willed You spread yourself out for me like a feast. At the banquet table I ate and I drank and I consumed you. Gluttonous, Raveno..

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