My lips are parched. Like my self. Oozing with a shy blood. .   Brutal shears trim blisters inside my head with a slow hand. . I retreat t...

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My Own Self

Trees are happy here, in the Owen Sound Rocks are happy here, Pallid-blue, pitch-black skies are both happy here Roads, inside the city, and the count...

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The Owen Sound

There’s a swift shift of the sheets on the bed in the other room . There’s been a heavy allquiet allnight in the other room . There’re footsteps...

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The Ritual

پوست آهو کشیده به تن Nude Standing, slanted, erect, like trees teasing the wind His unbraided hair linger on shoulderblades, nude he h...

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Nude

I love you fuck the lute with gentle fingers   Rub in the lute the seed the song You love the lute with gentle fingers I love you rock the lute in yo...

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Love & The Lute