how I ache for your dead bones.
I spent many nights
clutching the sheets like
grass
like dirt I
clutch those sheets
in madness
seeking for truth
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- white silence
- too much too little or too late laughter or tears...
- angels sing to me
- sloppy lover
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- Brian
- with nothing at all
- Bukowski
- Rachel Kern
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- dizzy
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- that's what it must of been like, to sit and hide
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