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No one wants to hear about my IUD. My beauty has a slow filament, its nest,because no one wants to hear about the metaphor for your tits on the backs ..
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Obama started to write love letters, his mouth is a seed, and women generally are bees. He lays down metaphors like guns on each side of his hips, hol..
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Stand howling and write love letters to your uterus, I want to tell you, autumn has a lot of wounds and i want to tell my hair to not open as a purse...
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But what about us, the universe? I dip my body in pajama bottoms. And that's how women are- sewing drums to their feet. This is hypothetical, but what..
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I might aswell turn into a cloud. I am touched in somewhere called water, and my husband calls this my beauty. He says things like these are found in ..
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I would always be a poet. My mother knew this because i was car park splendour. I made her hair from a metaphor for the sea. I knew i was a poet, gras..
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Why did my hair burn, foreign flower? And the starving artist in my kitchen tells me, i know what you mean, when you says "banana shaped heart", you m..
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My kitchen grew thorns and i take down the bird feeder. My legs are stumps and i take down the christmas tree. And it's something like that, the thing..
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This morning I am a snip of cocaine, this morning I clothed our hearts to one and placed us on the washing line. You knew me, as a crouching tiger. Th..
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There is a fight in our living room. Its okay to be covered in rain, and it's okay to count the bones on our christmas tree. There is a fight in our l..
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