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Diana with child.
Moon sits in a greened copper chair, with dime-wide binoculars glued to her sockets, eyeing metal eagles on thermal sky. The ones that claw her retina while circling over fetal ...
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Menthol
There were supposed to be italics in here, but they were left out and I'm too tired to re-add them in at the moment. Also, I wasn't sure what rating ...
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Mon Hetero/ It's time for a tea party
We’re having a tea party. Just you, us and he. We’ll fondle a hatter. We’ll tug your guts green. Cram crumpets we will down intestinal throats as I swallow your ...