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| July 2004 / Volume Five / Issue Three / Online | |||||||||
| Justin Barrett | |||||||||
| winter evening she pours herself onto the bed like maple syrup. her fingers tangle themselves in my hair, mine tickle across her naked abdomen. her breath quickens, her heart skips a beat. the moon slips behind a cloud. a blizzard will hit in a few hours, but right now we are only worried about keeping each other warm. |
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