the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. email@example.com or post one yourself, in the comments.
windowscrayonsin my heartthe choir membersare rats melted like ash. the on-fireglass
strange timein the backyardso many birdsall blackpecking at snowwith the frenzy of stars, reversing.
hi, it's me. please delete that windows-crayons poem. i will post something better. p.s. that cool animated looks-like-a-penis image is fucking up. like animated images do. parts become a black curtain. ~t
i meant... i WANT to post something better. lol
o! sarah!our doe eyed beautywhen will you go cougar?
dear ti like that poem. do i have to not use it?
sensualistbetoken of dirtflower singerpale darkheart
The Daughter Of ChristmasI never thought my lovewould taste like blackbean soupheated from a canyou refusedto eator that this is the third time I wiped out your hard drivei only hoped to show you the valueof loveforgiving its selfbut I realize it'stoo coldin every bedroom& I ought to move the kitchen into itor I may never surivieliving alone
Trying to hide the light under a bag of circleswatch steam whispsrise from 2am, a cup - the worldseems black & red and white & grey and greenthe broiler - my new home - the vaa section eight - voucher and holly jollywork for a living I don't - please chancegive to another sleepless nightI rise, I risebut not to the sunor your moonbeam
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