juice
noodles
erotica
glitter
real dolls
kiss
cairo
spoon
blood
red food dye
naked snow angels
trash-bag sledding
sociopath tuesday
how our kitchen looks like a hurricane
who drank all my vodka?
the (sad) ending of the poems
the way she smiled at me last night
where you have disappeared to
and whether you're okay
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