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you told me you had a dream in whichyou crawled through the ventsof a house you were much too big for,you look worn under the fluorescent light,etched..
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like a breath, like a wraith over waterin your hands, my bloody lamb’s slaughterthey lead me down the River Styx to take her to dieyou will fall..
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how nostalgic the spring rainstill wets the leaves of grass all the samefifteen years passed and now i seethe soil nourishes from underneath
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departed rulers and empires long gone,beaten black dogs gnashing their teeth like waves battering against the shorea princess in a palanquin, resolved..
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sentimental injury, moon-bather, eternal laurel leaves atopmy messy hair, crowning meto kill and to love - two things you can do with bare hands uncon..
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i. proserpineyou can change your life with a single seed,or maybe a handful, butnot even your hands can carry my grief,red sticky sweet, twisted wrist..
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i still remember what you said when iasked you what your own heaven would be,48 degrees, with mango trees -it’s quiet, not loud, a soft warm bre..
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our old house with the small peach treethat grew alongside my bedroom window,the fruit was sweet and the branch hung low.we moved out after winter of ..
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pulling strings between fingers,i feel the weight of my limbs as i move,i’ll break skin on shattered glass, i’m a real girland i bleed lik..
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i want to hurt like pretty girls, it’sthe god awful truth, ashamed to admitto something so ugly and unfiti want to be worthy of the hurt,i want ..
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