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Well you walk the difference i spanned,
Between the spate of your reason -
Your skin is leisure that I touch, / Breaks like the spindle that I live from. / Lover December, your countenance is the door / Through whiby Charlotte-E-Nikovna 43 lines, on Jul 13 2:20 PM 2007
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I have only been / under the skin of your lesiure / well the pleasure is all yours i'm sure / the door is open, why don't you just / walk rby Charlotte-E-Nikovna 96 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 27 8:21 AM 2007
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Olivia. You love as i do, / you live only because i want you to, / give me your moneym and your poor reasoning, / for i said: 'give me fire! fire! fire! / drench me in the waters of Eden'. / At night i hear youby Charlotte-E-Nikovna 20 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 23 6:46 AM 2007
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In the bed, in my night when the rain came / down on our heads and your poor soviet face. / The cold needle: the ice pick. Three quick shoc
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Miss, miss - you and I haven't got a hope in hells chance.
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by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 40 lines, on Apr 10 1:26 PM 2007
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It's just easy to be cynical
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I love control, i court it
as the queen of some lonely court.by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 34 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 26 1:22 PM 2007 -
by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 6 lines, on Mar 18 11:18 AM 2007
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Leaving Emily, with her animals made of glass,
The suitcase is full to bursting, packed and padlocked. -
God, like Niagara, you see,
You have taught me, you have taught meby Charlotte-E-Nikovna 35 lines, on Feb 6 12:48 PM 2007. In Personal -
Came out of sleep, beneath the rainbow.
That doesn't even know her name, -
Forever you, Robin.
I asked you, -
by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 83 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 6 10:20 AM 2007. In Dark
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Pet Rat. O how I laughed.
At you. And at you.by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 34 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 27 10:42 AM 2006 -
The warhorses, Miss Klein,
are breathing. Breathing. Miss Klein, the iron lung. -
It's a fad. The fact
I stabbed him, in the heart, right by the lungs. -
Red poppies, corpse eaters - the fields are full of them,
Blood engorged and greedy. -
On Saturdays we would meet. Only Saturdays, and every saturday.
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by Charlotte-E-Nikovna 34 lines, 3 comments, on Nov 24 8:40 AM 2006
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