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A boy I once held
Death has a smell Like ungodliness filled my tent Simon so slimy Pale Blue Frozen here with me forever Rising always leaving never Photograph I love you so Rotten pee and fuck sweat woe White Now I really have a lover I am never lonely never Side by side in a sticker book Somewhere I […]
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Protected: Do not need apologies — under construction
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Protected: Freedom — under construction
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Krak-r-jaks
*krakr-jaks modified May 2021 The Cracker Jack box in 1977-78 was my prize when I was crying. I remember the Cracker Jack boxes well. It was very exciting because we would not normally be spoiled with a treasure box like that every day. I remember my friend, and I remember the carpet. She was a […]
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