Jun 04
2010
2010
My Favorite Poem
Just because I like it. Poem to My First Lover Sharon Olds Now that I understand, I like to Think of your terror–handed a girl Mad with love, her long, fresh Raw body thin as pared Soap, breasts round and high and Opalescent as bubbles of soap, Laid across your legs, 18, Untouched. I like [...]
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