she gently painted a hole in my torso... exposed surprised my cold defeated biology immediately warmed making room for her to climb inside he pulled ..
bukowski was good humoured and philosophical regarding the large number of rejection slips early ononce, an editor told me that 90% of my poetry was c..
solitude saturates(overwhelming)since your departuresoma and soul have groundto dimlitstandstillyou are whollyadequatesolely on the tipof my every for..
the first we knewit would not ceasewas on day fiveand at waist deepin the main streetwe bit our lipsagainst the frayand hoped for itto dissipateour so..
the war beginswhen one knowsit existsfrom that pointonly choiceis bunker downprioritisehow bestsurvivethe ground aheadwhile mindfulof machine gun nest..