When you walk in,
I take your things
And keep them on the
My first novel
Once, When they tore them open A life fell out of each Now, They are driven Smiling with them Rights of their own In bright sunshine Hauling with them Buried in black One mile from the graveyard The rights of man...
Let me begin by making you a woman again And tell you who you actually are Beneath the snow of indifference that piled up on you And made you stop feeling womanly. When you speak on the phone, Your voice goes inside me...
Why talk of the unknowability of death? Nonsense. Let me tell you what death is. She will never think of you. Not out of spite, Nor because she doesn’t want to. While your body is cremated You let your heart burn...
How with feeling your eyes smiled today I cannot describe it, simply cannot They ask me to come for life And stay for children They promised me, That the thighs will remain curious Why the breasts are heavier, And why...
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