Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
My hands on her back; slipping into sleep
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Stellar Regions
The little death and Veronica Lake
I am scared
don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear
Priapus
as close to me as drawn gun on a dark street
look beneath the floorboards for the secrets I have hid
Days and nights come together in a slow falling down
Love is tangerine light
Jeanette Winterson
Clive Barker
Might be like leftovers. Would not taste the same, however sweet.
Play the Game
silk
i've been trying to get back to the center
Like dating the Mongol Horde
I fall silent, listening. The breadcrumbs are talking about us
July 5, 2008
The sky is a machine for making gods
September 10, 2002
Every beauty is a tragedy waiting to happen
amhrán
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