This is me:
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This journal is now friends only.

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She was a slender little brunette with a tender look in her eyes which were veiled by long lashes, thick black plaits coiling twice round her head, and a tawny tint in her complexion and especially in the color of her slender but graceful and muscular arms and neck. By the grace of her movements, by the softness and flexibility of her small limbs, ( Read more... )

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily... None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love ( Read more... )

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What am I giving you? I am giving you nothing. I am giving you things everyone knows. It seems like you know something, but you still know nothing. I tell you and it evaporates. I don't care - how could I care? I tell you have many people I have slept with (thirty-two)[...] and what have I really given you? Nothing. I can tell you the names ( Read more... )

maggie and millie and molly and may ( Read more... )

Now that lilacs are in bloom ( Read more... )

I think I was on a balcony
overlooking the whole thing.

- Yusef Komunyakaa