humor
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She was suffocating my soul. The pillow used was made of ice, frozen ice on my lips melted to salt, lingering drops tickling my chin, tasting of sin sparkling, trickling, pinching my nostrils, crackling as it hit and broke my heart open. When done, I peeled it open like a screaming onion that farted and Read more
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My high school teachersaid don’t be so boy crazy.I preyed, to capture somedaythe perfect mate, but I failed.Crazy cat lady, today. Tanka Read more
