parrots not carrots
pencil thin
yes'm
god is subjective
why do your nipples taste like candy; why do your veins taste like licorice
cracked bloody lips facial wounds rips and tears. all they see is lower down
wendy elliott
pontoffol pock, where are you?
ode to the faeries of yesterday and the common garden sprite
wheels grinding day and night never knowing when the cause is right never sure if this is the right way to stay on track trying do hard not to stray
burnt paper wings and no limbs to crawl away with
one size fits all
pleasehelpme
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