Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I’m left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Hey! wait!
I’ve got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
I drove far North on Simcoe. It was a lonely, early-morning drive, and I had
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