xavier jones Biography

Love me softly she said
Wasting away inside her head
Before we sat on the terrace
Love is dead
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I am not in love
With any soul
My heart it does not stir
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Will you surround me with your warm poison;
Wild perfume
Melt my naked heart into a stream of desire;
Hot wax in my chest.
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Remember the sail,
The silence,
Ambiguity.
Tepid darkness,
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I like girls who smoke cigarettes,
Whose parents are divorced or dead,
Who sneer at the world cynically
Who philosophize when there is nobody listening,
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