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if blooms could kill... a Venus Flytrap she waited as i buzzed with breaths much too close, leaning on her ear and ..

specifically in random pursuit i am elsewhere at the moment so don't look into my eyes you will see clear glass with nothing on..

Caught in the elements the rain is tangible trouble teardrops emerge from cumulus eyes and the sky splinters with raucous co..

old white magic i fell from the tree my time was thinning my foliage skimming through another autumn love turns golden before..

the education that counts i loved you by our little brick wall we sat upon, spat upon with comfortable conversation as we t..

walking into yesterday's groove we held hands for blocks at a time the compass always pointing towards the sun of us you were my "..

the little things that grow inside very old trifles attic ridden poems have similar to bed sores’ relevance, aggr..

intimate cursive... Sadistic kisses, my lips are masochistic so torture me till dawn let me taste the blood of bad intention ..

as thyself.... splintered religion and i am still picking at the wooden cross embedded in my soul my heart spent its pr..

it's in the splatter... sinister collaboration thoughts in confused reticence like devious gnomes adhere to reckless keys ..