Title | Comments | Views | Updated | Posted | |
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1 | *unnamed* | 1 | 263 | 2017/01/05 | 7 years ago |
2 | The made-up disease (unfinished) | 222 | 2016/12/09 | 7 years ago | |
3 | Blisters are better than any love bite. | 3 | 150 | 2016/08/28 | 8 years ago |
4 | *unnamed* | 2 | 157 | 2016/08/28 | 8 years ago |
5 | What about you? | 4 | 253 | 2016/07/03 | 8 years ago |
6 | Give me a tragedy. | 2 | 297 | 2016/07/03 | 8 years ago |
7 | *unnamed* | 1 | 144 | 2016/06/23 | 8 years ago |
8 | I write romance well. | 2 | 145 | 2016/06/23 | 8 years ago |
9 | If only the years were knowledge. | 2 | 232 | 2016/06/17 | 8 years ago |
10 | *unnamed* | 156 | 2016/06/09 | 8 years ago | |
11 | How do I forget | 1 | 188 | 2016/06/09 | 8 years ago |
12 | I couldn't find the word in one of my poems, so I found them in someone elses'. | 165 | 2016/06/09 | 8 years ago | |
13 | Not a poem, just a bad dream that I need to write to keep myself from crying | 147 | 2016/06/09 | 8 years ago | |
14 | *unnamed* | 1 | 251 | 2016/06/02 | 8 years ago |
15 | So many questions.. | 1 | 166 | 2016/05/27 | 8 years ago |
16 | I'm a man, God damn. | 4 | 282 | 2016/04/12 | 8 years ago |
17 | She's my Oak, my tall dead oak. | 255 | 2016/04/12 | 8 years ago |