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- Dainty As A Brit at allpoetry
what I adored about her
besides that mane of kinky red hair... - Unobtainable Axiom at allpoetry
the smell of mothballs and medial triangles
dead prayers swept beneath a bed - I Have Been Seeing Dragons Again at allpoetry
Maybe it was the full moon
or the peach schnapps I drank - Throb at allpoetry
You come to me
lonely and cold
