in these weeks of pain
the tight curves of her body [now lost]
were my only refuge
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- fixation
- on opposite dayall we desiregets pushed away
- two bites
- the pulse of lifethat throbs in my throatmakes it ...
- I'll take this love potionon the rocks
- in these weeks of painthe tight curves of her body...
- I bury myself in you.I drop the shovellay down by ...
- brilliant lightcasts a darker shadow
- writing goodmakes writing bad
- LHC
- I choke at her lipsmy throat is corruptfrom inhali...
- the wild horsewill not fuckthe scarred boar
- Can it hurt to tell the truth?Hanging blackness an...
- the child’s mind splitsinto high and lowbig and li...
- vampires are normal peoplewith black holes in thei...
- two hangovers
- crush
- graffiti on a stone wall
- sandbox
- ragged clothestorn by dogsknots of twisting fabric...
- random sayings from the mothership
- lost the cloudsthat cross the moononly whiteif we ...
- the dark boxsealed by twois opened by one
- orbiting saturn
- september
- black box
- after a long day full of workI walked past a lot, ...
- I've decided to break up with myselfit's not worki...
- birthday
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white mice vanish in the snow
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