Stop, let me brush my teeth.
Let me brush off those youthful...

The nude grain is a sage effortless thinker
who memorizes the swift stages of the sun...

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Even if our love making...

Time is cut off,
like the airway to my breathing...

I'm the stranger in my own story....
I wear no mask - nothing shades my...

Is there anything in me that is desirable?
Do I convey softness or are my approaches...

It's funny how a single question
can make all the difference...

I thought this poem would be about me,
typed up in a gloomy room where moonlight...

You may question the motives
of the hanging sun...

My eyes see no rain
but I hear the slow monotone...

I hide my depression on days like this,
because it hurts to know a portion of...

I can barely watch you stand
without my heart aching...