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03/29/2006 10:23 p.m.
He hates his teeth, but I love them. Sometimes I peel back his lips like a show-dog and look at the imperfections, his purple-egypt gums and the crookedness, and I love him more for it, for women's lips and bees wax hair. My show dog.

"it hurts, love is this way."

it saddens me
that one can only write
when on is
discontent.