9 March 2012
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blatant
can’t stop leaning on you
sister night
loquacious guide
your moonlight blank soliloquies
blatant
move through the street
less than wind
and more than mind…
your reggae skin
flexed on mine
amuses me to tears
queen of night come
lick
my eczema
give me some relief
I can’t stop reading
my library in the dark
my dark
glasses
not dark
enough