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lovecrime scene.
love that flows like blood flows down her arms slit like fancy valentines.
(how can i make you move, love)
eyes that dried off on 60 tissues blank before the crier now.
poor girl. she should have known her prince had not yet arrived on scene
on time.
impatience does not wait not waste not want not be not now.
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dear me.
little girl unnamed.
analyze this.
man, won't you listen
don't touch it. it'll be okay.
today, suicide of a different sort.
grown-up.
lovecrime scene.
mine.
midnight argument.
in the end.
the way your laughs bounce off togetherthe walls o...
wake up.
write it down.
hiking.
shut up.
happy perfect yes.
cotton end.
today.
why do you
season of mourning doves.
goodbye from last year.
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