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The streets of my soul have turned into a puddle, I do not call for waves The pores on my …

I Love You

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On days when my chest is a pile of clogged pipes, On mornings when my eyelashes are crusty, And my …

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You are fire; your flames turn me yellow and I liquefy I am watching you ooze from within me You …