She sits Faded green velvet chair He stares Through smoke filled...
Sleep, he said For you are weary And the night cold...
If the whole world Had tear stained cheeks Would there still...
My body often speaks about wanting You In strange ways it...
I carved A broken heart On the bottom of my foot....
Do I want you Only when you say you want to...
Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
Before my bed was made We could study case histories Of...
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Known are we Into such precarious pretense You, quivering a foretaste...