No matter how awful it is to be sitting in this

Terrible magazine office,
and talking to this

Circular-saw-voiced West side girl in a dirt-

Stiff Marimekko and lavender glasses, and this.

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SEX, please

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you press my skin, so tired of dreaming ( Read more... )

You were my sun, you were my earth
but you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no


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I KNOW, honey child

its been a looong time

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i'm too happy to write a poem.
damn it

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come on die young


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this is the vanity of it all,


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writing is like porn. either fuck it or dont fuck with it

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