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 The King of the Jews, Jesus of Nazareth, You loved me, and gave Yourself for me: You suffered and died to trample down my death, and Your Re... [read more] |
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Boyfriends: they had been barefoot in the backyard all morning; at noon, they took off their mesh tees; then, an hour later, their bag... [read more] |
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 A wilted thought of whiterose wants to have the smell of pink.But blood would not agree.Bigfoot intervenes. Painwas forever. The moony separ... [read more] |
 In the grand tapestry of life, we often chase The far-flung corners, the fleeting embrace, Believing that fullness is found in the flight, I... [read more] |
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When the boyfriends kicked their shoes, and flung their shirts, off (jeans and socks sufficient) in the back yard, they felt real relief fro... [read more] |
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To lift this nation from the spiritual dump into which the Innkeeper shoved us (a shove, not a bump!), we must turn to Walt Whitman's C... [read more] |
 here I am again a new day a new decade / still asking you to shape me or pull me over invest in me like you’ve seen tomorrow I might... [read more] |
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spill me over pretty little teacups in a love poem seeing us upright we have finally found our seats– well maybe not all the m... [read more] |
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giggling apology messy generosity telling secrets like a sieve bring in the water sixth sense matrimony this crown this sparkle may be yours... [read more] |
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Yes. Walt, I too, imagine the visible stars as couples of young men, coherent in naked intimacy; and the warm light ejaculated fr... [read more] |
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There once was a man named Ray Who was married to a gal named Faye Ray hated his wife Felt she was ruining his life So he decided to kill he... [read more] |
 I've been struggling... So many days... Of... I just wanna give in. Give up. Quite my job. Quit life in general. But somehow. Someway... I m... [read more] |
 There will always be ppl in life that are willing to slow your forward progress down for their own personal gain. If only they had the pati... [read more] |
 Verse 1 Hatred And the oh so tragicI'm sorry babyJust not my aestheticBeaten downFor the hundredth time This fucking weekAnd just fucking ta... [read more] |