
April 7, 2024





In this room of light diffused Planks beaten by plies and tendus No leeway is given for pretense In space...

A quaint, soft-cover book had been sitting around at home for years, in one of Mom’s Mexican rustic bookcases. Back...

Today Marianne’s jeans fit tight. Reflected on the bedroom mirror Her rounded face announces A waxing moon Her swollen figure...

His hands should feel like home Familiar as fresh morning coffee Otherwise I couldn’t even imagine Steaming cups terrenal Espresso...
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