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Let the syllables of my hair,make your teeth crack. Clap,clap, your teeth areleft on my chest andI am watering the cavity. To rose petalson the end of..
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You will find me, catching butterfliesalong the vines of washing lines.Draining the silver words from your eyes and oh your words are breaking the bon..
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I am, oh, stuffing youof pregnancy anddark pebbledinfertilityof new meat, liningthe thighs,fresh hands-delightdelight, it scurriesthrough and througha..
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you told me, I for I, am a light headed prosthetic delight, leggy, no not right"did you, did you do your half seven smile?"and now your lips, they han..
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5.30. Bathroom floor,blankets blankets blankets"your arms are floating out the door",oh sweetie sweetie sweetietheres this boy i lick,on tuesdays, hug..
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The picture is a Diane Arbus picture. Damn i love that lady.
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I, sad, sewnseeds in your strawberry jam heartand chuck wateron your fingerfinger fingers.and i'm weatheringyour tears into leather and bringingleech ..
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i'm burning. title has no link blah blah you should know by now haha
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Out of my mouth,honey dripped meat;blossom blossom blossom, pleaseInvite the beesout of my mouth,drip tea from the trees;suckle suckle suckle,pleasein..
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it's funny how things turn out isn't? looks like things are falling in to place. and i like it.
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