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This can't be the end My stomach is sick from the lies that I spin I need to spit this out but I'm hopeless to begin Running through these days; ..

April I'm as stirred as these stormy days & I whither along with the weeks He speaks nothing but misery; it's the life that he seeks This rain ..

Untitled I'll never forget the way she tasted Before she left me empty, vacant The metallic taste of blood on lips Or the fullness of that pair ..

Foreign Dreams Once a time, though long long ago, Lived a southern woman with a forbidden hope. She longed for travel to occupy time. For an authen..

Broadway & 8th Motionless I am; I stand Smack center New York; in a city so grand Infested of business men marketing scams. Busses, taxis an..

Twice the Tragedy And so I scream every now & then F*****g away toxic thoughts of him The tragedy of a heart so torn Of shame, of lust, of pa..

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