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i think i like poetry best of all the things i do.
it flows and flutters, sings and swoops, howls
and sometimes hides so i can't find it.
but it always comes back in the end
and i try not to hold it too hard
or else it might break...

[ go ] [ fish & chips ] [ cum ] [ working stiff ] [ haiku ] [ happy hour at the trailer park ]
[ listen to the snake ] [ monsoon ] [ trapped in www ] [ lackey ] [ lab rat blues ]
[ 29 weird ] [ paranoia pornographica ] [ a poem for punknurse ] [ lovesong ]
[ on the killing fields ] [ night shift ] [ (un-named) ] [ waste ] [ rock'n'roll ] [ bitter ]
[ blood on the sunset ] [ key to me ] [ shadow dancer ] [ the horror ] [ monocular breath ]
[ my girl ] [ betrayal ] [ tormentor ]

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