Red roses for no one.
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do u ever jus wanna lick someones tongue
“Chilly January. She gave herself to the dark waves,”— Bertolt Brecht, from Poems: 1913-1958; “The Legend of the Harlot Evelyn Roe,”
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“How winter fills my soul.”— Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women” featured in The Collected Poems