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...purpose or perhaps
The purposes of perhaps are forgotten sorries ( Read more... ) -
a language is never sorry
Great Whores are things on a wall - none grew up ( Read more... ) -
from 'letter to God #15
She sexes obscure choices and like echos, they cling to infinity's failures ( Read more... ) -
...all the Eves
I still eat what he leaves behind ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
She ground up the sky's hope for ( Read more... ) -
sublime
Night: stoned, broken ( Read more... ) -
Thanx-giving Echos
These are echos, not obscure choices clinging to her bottom ( Read more... ) -
...on mouthfuls of dead air
Pain threads thru the hand pressing her genitals ( Read more... ) -
...survivors
The architects of 'here' are everywhere; they're survivors ( Read more... ) -
from 'letters to God
most of the time understanding is a bitch ( Read more... )