love & death this moment pink telephone on to the oasis warm between the thighs where's that grateful dead tape it a poem about breasts too much coffee, too little time that time of night middle schools are run by assholes curiosity in this dream dream on waking the bartender says 3 things lunch with diana ross blacknews.com love on a sinking ship clean handseat it, it would eat you master of the sensitive remark red sky at morning oil of old lady bodies bottling the wind a phone call 3 cunts this is not sex fuck love what goes up inside how it melts he dreams of birds he still writes love poems no more love poems
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