When I started writing
I was a sick teenaged
fuck inside who partly
thought I was the new
Marquis de Sade, a body
ready to communicate
with Satan …
“In March birds couple, a new birth Of herbs and flowers breaks through the earth, But in the grave non stirs his head; Long is th’impris’ment of the dead.”
Thomas Stanley | “The Leaves Come Again”
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