bad lovers
yield me the worst pains
and the worst pains yield me
great poems
and maybe i love to write
more than i should
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encore en vie
Puisithe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
masochist
bad lovers
yield me the worst pains
and the worst pains yield me
great poems
and maybe i love to write
more than i should
