When I close my eyes, I see neon. I’m told the baby is stoic.
Readers and writers can talk to each other across times and cultures.
Lovers will conspire, infatuation wrapped around their bodies, breathing in great gulps of each other.
Snow White, anemic: Should have eaten more red meat.
Fat content of dreams. Calories in a carnal fantasy.
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