The Bath of Wife
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Year: 2008
Blood Me, the Room, Sighing
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Communist Woes or Is the Cold War really over now that Bobby Fischer bought it?
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radio waves, and their result on the immune system
radio waves, and their result on the immune system poem and photo by greer bevel the chest sing-songs like a polish girl infection rises silently
per fec tly pre ser ved
per fec tly pre ser ved by shon.25 some guy finds a perfectly pre- served one year old big mac in an old coat pocket
The Williamsburg Bridge
The Williamsburg Bridge by le hinton it rained today yesterday too and tomorrow’s ☼ sun has already called in sick by now Berlin is rather
bull
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My Lip Unheard
My Lip Unheard by halifax Oh the power of my bodyDwarfs the power of my mindTo walk me to the clearing lens And cast it
(21) Story Building
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faux food
faux food by Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy. fingers trace the heart to find a quarter – an inch too far in a pocket that does not welcome