the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. firstname.lastname@example.org or post one yourself, in the comments.
justicecomes behind crimepatters about thugs, packsretrubution on unblancedscales, smileslynze
galileo's finger by Lynzei keep you trappedin gilded glass, your fingerprintssearch for the sun. i guide you down a side streetup a culvert, over gentle moundsmy lips come: the songs of sirenswhere you lose your flesh like all mortals.fortuna favet fortibus. your bones carrythe secrets of stars. brush themagainst my skin..
Let Me Slide..intothissilken productioncalled:dreams
i willdeletemy identity
sorrowi have re: us, used up all my good memoriesyou have the rest of them, give themback, please
OK ~pumpkin pie shakefull flavorquantum mechanicalhow's that for love?
fish food i tried a haiku, but the koi let it fallto the bottom of the pond.
i'd've rather just been told not lied to bad. urgent bent over back to get brian to work in ur brown sweat pants and not even a dirty thong did u put on and left early when the time changed judging deliberately by the kitchen clock to steal some precious moments rockin in the car before they was pickin him up to take him off to work. if u don't like it when u find ur gettintreated like a slut ya ought not act like one,,,
it's beautifuland it fitstogether,precious twilight
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