Mother rhymes with lover
The past and the future
I am old yet so hungry
I am young and need a lover
How do we reconcile loss?
The physical world is spiritual
Little angels on the bookcase
Plaster Paris birds
Collections
Walnut bookcase
Your hair curls like my mothers
Freud
Pain
I ask you out
You say yes
See you at seven
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