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Pocket Writings #01

Cooing quietly so you are;

breathless, beating like a star,

like a prose that races unsure.

Beauty girl,

I press my lips into your fur.

Posted 11 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

Erica Jong On Love

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Posted 11 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

To A Certain Bud In My Garden That’s Being Difficult and Thinks Fashionable Lateness Is Still A Thing

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Posted 11 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

Mother May I

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Posted 11 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

The Thing

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Posted 11 years ago by Renwick Berchild.

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