1. i want to glide down over Mulholland you said a camera affixed to my ceiling would have captured a scene of “devastating lovemaking” i attempt to elongate that post...

in an undisclosed location, ancient family secrets are locked inside a vault named cynthia

cynthia was a hospice nurse six years ago and she knew...

Sometimes

when I have my eyes closed

or my back turned

or I pretend I am sleeping

I cannot discern your voice

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