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How strange I Thought at five. That My knees didn’t throb Before bed from never Kneeling, hand..

The raindrops look like shards of glass on my window. It stomps on the roof and flashes me out of drowsiness. I&rs..

“What’s wrong with sex?” She shouts it to the wall She bangs her fist against the table ..

Poetry is a strange thing, isn’t it? Because it doesn’t come from anything. Not really. Su..

Back arched shamelessly Eyes cast to the wall Folded arms beneath her chest One foot knocking against t..

Ah...looking at old relics

There was a time A time before hair under arms A time before bras and makeup A time where I’d hav..

My toes are cold My backside hurts Christmas was four days ago I have a candy cane in my bag to show fo..

The slice of light Through the darkened hall A murmur of voices The press of an ear Upon a rust..

No Nope Nope No No Never Over it Nope Gone Not Uh-uh Shut..