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I’m riddled with tiny bits of hell like sidewalk graffiti sacred and profane messages like TITS and SATAN WAS HERE be/cuz hurt is a p..

I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just going to say it: no, we didn’t really survive the past. Rather we died on nights..

I’d like just once to make love and not have you watching me Like to make love without the thought of possessing or not possessing you ..

This is one of those ones where you dance all around what you want to say but alas there are no words...

Is now any different than always or forever? Isn’t worry basically saying you’re concerned about everything? As if the world owed yo..

Folks with time to burn tree limbs and brush to burn A gray horse blanket kind of day To all appearances cold, yet life still burns, a m..

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