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Cages
I am mourning the loss of a loved one. This person is not dead, it’s worse. This person is alive and hates me. Quitting smoking is never a done deal. It is a daily victory, one I have not … Lire la suite
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It makes total sense of course, it’s absurd to think I would stop I would stunt For the sake of a number, when if This form this genre this tool that allows me to be elusive be cryptic be safe … Lire la suite
99 and 100 of 100
99 Men They are the Little adventures Between The compulsions, also known as The big adventures Or so it has been And so it shall be, until The Big Adventure With no guarantee And so until then, I remain Unindentured … Lire la suite
97 and 98 of 100
97 I shout You hear about The great adventures The in between Never seen My solitary indenture. 98 Clitoris crumbling Soft skin suffocating I was wrong to expect tenderness Morning mourning Four not eight limbs lingering It was both our … Lire la suite
93 to 96 of 100
93 Not the throat Not the deep mouth Not guttural or sputtered spitting angry harsh and broken No More like rain Like the pretty pitter patter of little drops Like the whispers of whistles It’s the lips Beautiful gentle melodic … Lire la suite
91 and 92 of 100
91 Where once he had passion Now there is pride Where once he had guts Now he hides Where once he had balls Now he is wry He is sly, he is dead Like love affairs Mad, exquisite love affairs! … Lire la suite
89 and 90 of 100
89 A series of tumultuous relationships Begins to be your sounding board Sometimes it’s you, of course The world is round That great thought you thought Could wait Escapes It’s just you and the fog It’s warm It’s nice But … Lire la suite
