Chocolate Conversations
She builds holes, Silent crevices of Envy and Sadness. Always swept away. Retired, on fire, that liar. Person of the
Honeysuckle
I am surprised by that fact that you are so young. So supple and moist. I adore your youth and
Planted
I Dreamt you chased after me. Feet, moving swiftly, one arm outstretched. Me, trying to get as far away as
Poet; Myself
These aren't just words These are the skin and bone of my mind These are the heart and soul of
Haircut
Her hair, long locks of auburn-dyed green. Her hair, grows like a weed. She is so similar to a plant As people
Pressure
This silence It vibrates Bone deep.   Like a pelvic thrust into the soul On the one hand there's a beating heart
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