here is forever my lesson this one's for the blue girl we are sweating bullets a girl doesn't always know what to do with her self lonely girls & shaky hearts preoccupations w/ lines slinging pale dreams look boys.  here is a girl letters to a mother who cannot read poems for elise ( female suicide cluster inside your head ) a few small nips four owls in bed, stuttering he says there are no beginnings boiling into a new bloom to crush a lily on licking fresh blisters eight hour half life collecting rainwater for ducks & such apt. 5 plastic flapping w/ head bowed, always 3 dollars a basket (case) regrets & such for billie whose insides are quite intricate this is a poem bending we are bent rent to own girl venus ode to roger blackburn driving 45 sedated the truth is mantra meat men mercy love, the catacomb lovely on pulling poems from a torso hotpockets in search of her own in honor of come with me now into forever, raw for dad whose hands weave hickory quite perfectly it's not easy to find love a poem for the restless

we're coming undone blues & blacks on white canvas i have no gauze watch for it.  it's coming ( he's having a baby.  my belly is empty. ) two blue junes in tribute to her manic self 9 second montage of revolution concrete glass visions sticky sweet delirious ( vi . sion . ar. y ) a poem for virginia protesting her demise the girl you created psst...gunslinger disco blue glitter fuck me ink daylight savings time 436 miles west of blackstone on the perfect day good morning, jane two seconds before deep shade of rose into autumn i fall savannah rouge in the summer to little girls boxcar children when instinct is higher than go if you study a woman if you and i are poetry before leaving after loving a girl afternoon encounter of the mystical kind O, you filthy meatbox observations at 2 am god is my uterus a poem for july who is thinking of leaving the mosaic of a girl last letter to the boy wry, exciting logan rocks it for an audience of one assorted tales to be told after 60 swallow for me, good boy

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we're coming undone blues & blacks on white canvas i have no gauze watch for it.  it's coming ( he's having a baby.  my belly is empty. ) two blue junes in tribute to her manic self 9 second montage of revolution concrete glass visions sticky sweet delirious ( vi . sion . ar. y ) a poem for virginia protesting her demise the girl you created psst...gunslinger disco blue glitter fuck me ink daylight savings time 436 miles west of blackstone on the perfect day good morning, jane two seconds before deep shade of rose into autumn i fall savannah rouge in the summer to little girls boxcar children when instinct is higher than go if you study a woman if you and i are poetry before leaving after loving a girl afternoon encounter of the mystical kind O, you filthy meatbox observations at 2 am god is my uterus a poem for july who is thinking of leaving the mosaic of a girl last letter to the boy wry, exciting logan rocks it for an audience of one assorted tales to be told after 60 swallow for me, good boy

here is forever my lesson this one's for the blue girl we are sweating bullets a girl doesn't always know what to do with her self lonely girls & shaky hearts preoccupations w/ lines slinging pale dreams look boys.  here is a girl letters to a mother who cannot read poems for elise ( female suicide cluster inside your head ) a few small nips four owls in bed, stuttering he says there are no beginnings boiling into a new bloom to crush a lily on licking fresh blisters eight hour half life collecting rainwater for ducks & such apt. 5 plastic flapping w/ head bowed, always 3 dollars a basket (case) regrets & such for billie whose insides are quite intricate this is a poem bending we are bent rent to own girl venus ode to roger blackburn driving 45 sedated the truth is mantra meat men mercy love, the catacomb lovely on pulling poems from a torso hotpockets in search of her own in honor of come with me now into forever, raw for dad whose hands weave hickory quite perfectly it's not easy to find love a poem for the restless