ariadne
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- Sun Mar 16 2003 at 20:53:54 (22 years ago )
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- Wed Apr 13 2022 at 17:18:25 (3 years ago )
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- Finally we are no one
- For girls who grow plump in the night
- Fragments of a world, and the spaces between them
- Gritchka
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- Holding hands in the dark
- How to become a better anorexic
- I cough up butterflies (idea)
- I hate you. Please don't leave me.
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- It is difficult to wake up to the empty spots (idea)
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- Jacques Derrida on the philosophy of language
- Jeffrey Dahmer (person)
- Kafka's written kisses
- mad girl's love song
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- On holding hands in a 3am motel (idea)
- Poem for Leonard Cohen and other gentlemen sinners
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- the trash of dreams and the unspoken misgivings
- The truth about angels
- There is nothing inside of you
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- why don't poets kill each other anymore?
- you, the marionette