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suck me up, lemon sweetsour in your mouth, licking saltoff the rim of the glass, beat poetrydouble manhattan, bitter taste beatsbrooklyn in the rain, ..
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all flesh is grass, red - the fire, and black, the ashwhite phosphorus clouds coveringa glimmering light, holy ground andancient walls, a crucible of ..
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cult leader, enigmaticturner of tricks, licking whiskeyoff my wrist, pragmatic beatnik,hypocritical pastor, i’ll drinkwhat you drink, i’ll..
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the foxgloves hang from their stems like bells,heavy from a summer’s raini look at you and feel the orchestra swell,and hear my heartbeat patter..
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warm lilac water,dew kissing the tips of blades of grassi wrapped my arms around her warm body and breathed inthe soft light of the sunshe will reveal..
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you can hurt me all you want but,after, will you treat me, treat me really nicely?tied up the swan with silk ribbons,wrapped around her throat tightly..
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i witness a life, the one i’m meant to own,to belong, to being,i watch it like it’s not minei walk new york, hi-hat sizzling heat in the s..
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over ten years ago, still,the emptiness you left in me feels so heavyand when i cry, i look in the mirror totry to catch myself faking it,i watch myse..
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bloody is the deer that hit the windshield,seconds before, it’s watery black eyes shined in the light,innocent and gentle with soft brown fur an..
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i planned on sending postcardsfrom places i’ve never beento people who don’t know me anymore,do you ever open the drawerof a nightstand in..
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