M. Nasorri Pavone

LOVE OR PERMISSION So, through the eyes love attains the heart:For the eyes are the scouts of the heart -- Giraut de Bornelh, troubadour...
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James Lineberger

go on get / outa here you fuck think im crying about her im not im not / its about how i wasted my whole life

Deborah Allbritain

Sometimes I dream of that boy on his deathbed, calling for water, // a cold cloth, just before he dies, the atoms of him beginning to collapse

Kellam Ayres

A young woman was pleasuring herself / on a pine tree that had fallen across / the narrow river where I went to fish, / straddling the trunk...

Laura Behr

Maybe, it was for you / last summer that the birds outside my window screeched / in premonition. All of me was there, waiting for you.

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