I can feel it in my roots; I gave birth, in a nightmare, to unlovable things. They breed in my belly; tiny birthdays, every day. I am the undead mother to every single bit of black in this skin prison my lovers have choked on. Bestselling author J.R. Rogue returns with her second volume of...
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I can feel it in my roots; I gave birth, in a nightmare, to unlovable things. They breed in my belly; tiny birthdays, every day. I am the undead mother to every single bit of black in this skin prison my lovers have choked on. Bestselling author J.R. Rogue returns with her second volume of poetry, Tell Me Where It Hurts, a raw, heartbreaking, and honest glimpse into the de
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