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Last Build Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 23:49:04 +0000



Thu, 26 Apr 2007 23:49:04 +0000

long, loose, easy limbs. I walk with long, lose, warm strides move my hips like honey in the sunlight smile sweet like thick, dark syrup melt my kisses over your eager face waft my skirt over your heated hands. Summer comes again. Advertisements

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Tu m’aimes?mechante

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 01:46:58 +0000

Why do you love me? I worry about this, my dearest. I worry that you love me not for   who I am but for that which I am undeniably not. They say I’m “quiet” They say in voices, filled with pride and awe and wonder that I’m “not THAT kind of girl”– a ridiculous […]

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Tue, 27 Feb 2007 13:36:07 +0000

Dearest I never loved you so much as when, abandoning the boyish dignity that makes me smile, you wept a man’s tears at our parting.

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tu me manquesmechante

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:15:04 +0000

Tu me manques. Je suis trop polie d’écrire cette poème en anglais bien que je ne sache point de la poésie français alors je l’écris comme les anglais, en français j’espère que les mots de mon coeur défie la barrière linguistique. Tu me manques. Quelquefois, quand toute es tranquille je suis dans mon lit, toute […]

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pour moi d’etre pour toimechante

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:13:13 +0000

look. a little girl sleeps, dreams. dark hair drips onto her pillow– a tangled mass, her mother says– white nightgown, dusky brown arms and legs skinned knees and scraped elbows miraculously unvain of broken nails and the galaxy of freckles on her small face. she sleeps. glasses perched on a book, glasses she no longer […]

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Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:11:45 +0000

a game, dearest, our game, by birthright and blessing where laughter and kisses fly about, light as the multitudinously pleasing butterflies. yet sometimes upon parting something, like my backbone, shifts and with terrible, beautiful newness i discover how not to breathe and our everhungry mouths hover and forget how to meet and move and i […]

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The Firstmechante

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:52:35 +0000

They tell me that the first things are the most important. I do not know if I agree or disagree, cannot argue for or against: This is the first thing I write for you (for, regardless if you read it every day or never see it at all This Is For You) but this will sink to the […]

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