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Let’s write tonight.

Happy Birthday, little Frederick August.

God, I want a chat.

You grow warm in my hand…
Her teeth gleam like the alphabet.
Anne Sexton.
Their lips watched me walk along. 
Pale and without remorse.

Their lips watched me walk along. Pale and without remorse.

I’m eating you and I bread. Warm and delectable.

When your best friend is a girl. You can use her hair pin as your tie clip.