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L. Swain

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  • 02 Aug 2013
    1

    July 28, 2013

    I howl at the moon, my throat crackling,
    Gruly fangs drip of grim thick spit morose,
    Eyes dilate

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  • 19 Jul 2013
    1

    July 5, 2013

    Hope’s the substance that my chubby heart gleams,
    The drowsy cloud which palls such vaunting

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  • 19 Jul 2013
    11

    June 27, 2013

    Bear the frost of night and cold,
    Bear the burn and form of lust,
    Taste the all raucous chill I

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  • 19 Jul 2013
    1

    June 26, 2013

    Cavalier, my armor bears th’ sun,
    Silver shot breastplate marked and bit,
    My shield wears dents

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  • 19 Jul 2013
    3

    June 17, 2013

    Your hands taste like the moonshines watery beams,
    Touch me all o’er. I need you,
    The schematic

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