countdown to Self-Immolation/Explosion, new verge into briefand lolz - submissions session yet again? I never had a betterfriend; I never wept a better end. ship of theseus: mother metaphornot yet over-run, Default Virgin on the surface of online, on the coral reefof interwebs. going skinny like skinny-dipping new girl/old sex in New York, I briefly… Continue reading poem: blog update
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 