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She comes through here as a very powerfully passionate woman.

Thoughts of the day ~ nocturnal thoughts of the night.

..Don't cry for me Argentina... I'm busy being loved.

(these comment boxes suck) who the fuck are you? I just read a whole series of your work. Varied, brillant. This is too much,

here for these sucky comment boxes. Let me end it saying, if I had to pick two lines...

her timberwolf toenails brightly glistening/

as she steps upon my Rosario chest: