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Linda Gregg

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Me and Aphrodite and the Other

She doesn't move and she is stronger than I am. She makes sounds like winter. When I plead that I can't hear, she doesn't hear because of the power coming out of her. She isn't pretty. Her strength is by will. Her mind is kept small. Maybe those mont [...]

Forget All That

I don't want to confuse the world any more with songs about love. They sound like the giant creakings of a wooden ship that never comes into port these days. And even if there was one, we would be lost before they decided who should board. No, the ai [...]