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To the Queen of Charing-Cross [Sic] Oh where now is my sunshine Does this season reflect the end times Of our ignoble fall from Grace? Oh where is my fair Proserpine Her song I miss, her face Of Spring and … Continue reading →

To Susanna one night in October 2006 fairness is the flower we seek but must not pluck for fear it dies and we are left forlorn and lost alone for seeking; yet all love is finally alone and aloneness feeds … Continue reading →

To Itziah The sometime Inner Whore. The Year had spun many a mountain of strands of fears and wants when first i met thee as london came to season’s end along the tottencourt road in the house of the angels … Continue reading →

To [**] Nov 2010 Admittedly when I first loved you I loved you for your legs But as love bloomed I grew to know It was all about your breasts Your mind was surely pure and strong And could stand … Continue reading →