Little Red

We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves	I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,	Story of the Eye	The little red-haired girl
These are words silently meant for you	Wake up	love song fallacy	Editor Log: November 2007
Turkey Soup for Jerks	Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.	Girl with a Red Hat	There's no reason to leave this poem alone
I may be young, but I'm not naive	Bella Union	Venus In Furs	Delta of Venus
The little death	Cuban Missile Crisis	Anna	Little Red Riding Hood
happily ever after

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