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Open
Sex without love Is like punching water, grabbing sand. Bodies slam but never meet. Hungry tongues never taste The sweet concoction of me in you, You...
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Wave
A wave is a prayer Lifting you up Pressing you down Breaking — White fire Swimming at dusk In the crayoned sea Burning with cold Praying Praying
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- 447 reads
2020
Butterflies, parakeets \ Pestilence, war: \ The trees have breathed it \ All before
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- 512 reads
The Free Market (Part 2)
The way the sand felt under Christian’s feet, fine and warm and clean; the way it moulded to the impact of his heels, the balls of his feet, the...
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The Free Market (Part 1)
A clothed orgy every morning. Hell. Zone 1. If Picasso painted bodily odours… Christian Weaver enlivened his morning commute by inventing USPs —...
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- 922 reads