I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. — Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. — Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. — Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. — Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine. — Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
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I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.

— Jim Carroll, Fear of Dreaming: The Selected Poems
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