chap of stick
laps my lips
with a sappy kiss
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Dec 2005
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- My Surrogate Thanksgiving
- When we squint, our wrinkles go away
- "It's all about the spacing"
- But kiss me out of desire, baby, not consolation
- Forever Forlorn
- Songwriters are my poetic muses.
- Sibyl ate escargot
- My, what a festive respirator.
- Bound
- a light verse
- bleh
- to such a great extent
- red-hot coal feels cooler
- with you
- No más pots
- Things you wouldn’t necessarily tell someone unles...
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Dec 2005
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friends and family
ou li po me
- frillytoothpicks
- shifting, Mountain Time, United States
- Out of the box. . . into the world.
1 comment:
keep the moisture in
air cold and thin
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