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I can't feel you anymoreThe prick in my mouth,teeth at my neck,spinning a web of lust withyour tongue,making me burn tilI'm comingas your fingersreach..
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Nights like this I wish to rip out my bones with my hands and throw them against the wall. They would crash around your feet like little instruments s..
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I'm a slave to the moonwhich is reflected below my waistThe internal madness howlsbefore shedding the forgotten eggThis body wants to make babies,but ..
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The On Journals -- thoughts, essays, & free-writes.
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I am stuck here in this deserted blooming waste
slowly feeding on toxins, but growing
into something pretty angel-hair blue
or savory sweet like h..
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I want to be a child for you
I want to go to your school
And look away when I catch you
staring at me - in a short skirt
my legs long and fuzzed
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Journal: June 16th, 2006
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Prayer to my lover. Journal entry from 2004.
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You're cold candy,
broken air
dividing into my womb
likean icicle,sharp
picking at the edges
piercingits way through
Bleeding out coils
of un..
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Me and my sky-scraping lover, you see, we have our space.
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