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The decay of the leaves is a physical presence The smell of sweet rot invades the lungs and as brown spots take over the fallen pieces of ..

I see you sitting in that house wrapped in the chains they draped around you why didn’t you fight it? try to push them away? ..

words tumble and bounce like clothes in the dryer They mesmerize me and I reach in to pick one single word It’s like taking a piec..

There are many things I lack the right words for promises kisses for the dead lips that make the angels sing and eyes made for sin ..

An imaginary friend tells the story of her life.

They were curled in tousled sheets Naked bodies as innocent as Adam and Eve with arms around each other They are the childish couple ..

a poem about bodies and love