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i am a ghost in grey wool, trying to warm my fingertips. at your fire in the winter we spread and sank featherlike in a cover of sleep. love t..

it's so hard to find hope when he's in a loveless marriage at age eighteen. but i won't be that again-- the edge of a blade a way of saying &quo..

through corridors, i am a blank. this is not so strange, and the stairs are less forbidding. it makes a nice change. through drawers, rifling f..

i began the night missing you. russia sent a wave of pheromones to my brain. i lost the will. lost the skill of fine conversation with a dark ..

dancing at 2am. i stole her words to proclaim that you are after all-- lovely. trench coat and ear. but i don't need to feel. a female warm..

i don't know. this was written too quickly.

there's a girl, who lives in paper. clutches at the white with bleeding fingertips as a faceless man f***s her from behind. you made it strangel..

red chestnut, you're home again. for a season of gifts. but there's nothing of value that i want to give (anymore.) i miss the gower days and m..

when i fell in love, i had a choice. i looked at him, across the beer-stained table through the dark and the clanging of the jukebox into espress..

as mediation goes, i like this way. unable to say goodbye just like the old days. i would proclaim, that i am yours. every last hair every las..