this is the house i'll die in
and this is the window
where i'll see death approach
disguised as my mailman
or my long lost brother
i give him a little wave
playing along.
he doesn't need
sneak up on me
i haven't locked my door
all winter
six birds fly the form of freckles near your mouth i knew that you were the face of god that the sky was there for reading
god told me to get a haircut i was looking for my haiku about winter i dream i am already at work between the cars of the train a single...
i want to taste the female flavoring in your skin in your mouth to begin writing place the tip of the pencil at the top left corner of...
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