i kissed my straw in absence of you.
i can't listen to my mother crying again.
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- neruda 58
- i kissed my straw in absence of you. i can't list...
- neruda 59
- neruda 60, butchered
- neruda sixty-one
- neruda sixty-two.
- neruda sixty-three, butchered
- colgate and crest
- sarah says it's a wild beast
- at which point i lost all shame: what i'd felt on ...
- neruda sixty-four, altered
- we'd never want change if we can see it happen.
- lusting for that piece of shoulder, peace of mind
- neruda sixty-five, altered
- your arm disappears and rolls away down the bowlin...
- my hands, eagerly stuffing the buttered rabbit, be...
- a check every 5 minutes for this after which the d...
- the pen cuts deep.
- balloon animals, the most fulfilled
- the graduate.
- nothing
- i cook awful things. how much of it did you eat?
- promises are not broken they are just delayed
- wandering limbs seek independence
- rounding up the dark corners of a well lit room to...
- a record of my sick days
- funny i don't think it will last too long
- easy and hard falls the snow i liked myself for a ...
- how nice the sun is today. i was given your name t...
- what to do with the white shoes now that the white...
- we dogs scavengers trailing scraps our nose groun...
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