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hidden valley ranch
windows, salads, and strangers we can dress them all as we choose
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billions and yet
a mess I have created
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the girl who bled
look at your hands tremble
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RDF for the millennial woman
debussy was an artist first and a musician second
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A Poem, My Ass
If you pry apart your mouth wide enough, you can see me crying. I’m small, microscopic, warm to the touch, Containing multitudes, not misunderstood but not desiring to be loved. Do you, too, transcribe limbs for science?