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Pretty Girls Don’t Sweat if they did, I’d have seen the sylph-slim Ashleys and Jamies wilting down the cul-de-sac, glossy flanks shining...

Second Sight Golden pollen, horseshoe & sickle. Old iron stench steamed to song. Outside a fieldstone & red Gettysburg barn, you mouth,...

Irradiant purge. I feel a fire that burns hot like sunspots and Sunday afternoons. These blue flames discourage feeling in my fingers....