spacesA Poem by temet noscesometimes i miss you
it's on certain days like these i sing words
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Added on October 16, 2008 Authortemet nosceMinneapolisAbout"I loved him the way it feels when you get hot wax on the inside of your wrist and while it's burning, just as sudden, it's a cool thick skin. Like it tastes to eat sweet snow, above the daffodil bul.. more..Writing
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