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If we don't make words, words will make us
all of your flaws and all of my flaws
It will only make our insides burn until we are nothing but ash.
I died a little inside, and now I reek of death
fat eighth
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Sonnet XXIV
Bananagrams
Bewitched, Bewildered and Bedamned
Ghosts must have done it!
Why must the poor ruin everything for the rich?
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses
Response to Koan in Sonnet Form
The one thing I cannot write
Baby talk
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