paris, valentine's day weekend i pulled away from a really short guy "je dois partir" 'por quoi?' he asked and i think he understood i pulled away from the guy who was singing at the bar "your words a
love poem (2009) i was digging in wet sand scoff, scoff, the shovel sighed until i hit the water and a stone i had seen it before it was milky white i felt its edges it was smooth i remembered then wh
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