The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...

Hardcover flesh
clocked within Neo-Gothic...

A pen's ink is not always trustworthy, it can be...
poisonous to a nation divided by diversity instead...

Padded walls, cuckoo hearts, hospital gowns, med...
that's all visitors rant and rave about as if we...

Cloisters of powdered memories -
your promise to meet me on the moon...

I was not kicked out, flipped off, forced to shout
because of another lover...

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sin is not innocent...

You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

What do you do when a memory is born then dies...
Eleven o'clock on a Wednesday night/ a lonely...

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i am the railroad tracks that cradle...

Am I pushing you away
with questions...

You prowl through my blood,
vicious, but maybe that is my...