echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger

and my heart sings of cupboards opening by rainbow seashore but	I was raised on red pepper and blood. I am so hot if you strike me I will light like a match.	4 out of 5 Great Old Ones approve	Is this poetry or crap?
Please tell me everything, this means you, I am hungry and also	Fillip	I will be the first thing you will be thinking about after you wake	Ignorant, stupid, insane, or just plain evil
You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond	Old Speckled Hen	So charmingly heathen, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsicle	Surfeit
Long after bedtime I will wake up and sit crosslegged watching you. It is your fault for having your face.	Is it social anxiety or just laziness?	I am in you	Also, when I am angry, my eyes flash fire, whether I growl or not.
No human, just Porsche	Are we listening, or are we just being silent?	I am clothed when other people go almost naked through the frozen cities in winter	I would like to sit in a coffee shop with a notebook, two pens, a carton of cigarettes, and you
Sang-froid	Prose or Poetry?

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