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The fever was an accident as he touched me carelessly, not realizing his fingers seared, ten moon-shaped scars that I licked long into the night ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 22nd, 2004

Perhaps I have dreamed of this place before where checkered landscapes with loose rooftops cradle tongues anxious to speak a creed with new seeds that maintain a fertile, hope-filled haven for all posterity And I can say: That is my shoulder grazing the tops of trees and my legs that look, now, more like knees and my fist unclenching its hold on furiosity and my mind bared by m ... Continue Reading

Posted: October 25th, 2004

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