My hands on her back; slipping into sleep

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Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep	Stellar Regions	The little death and Veronica Lake	I am scared
don't think so loudly; whisper something in my ear	Priapus	as close to me as drawn gun on a dark street	look beneath the floorboards for the secrets I have hid
Days and nights come together in a slow falling down	Love is tangerine light	Jeanette Winterson	Clive Barker
Might be like leftovers. Would not taste the same, however sweet.	Play the Game	silk	I fall silent, listening. The breadcrumbs are talking about us
July 5, 2008	The sky is a machine for making gods	September 10, 2002	Every beauty is a tragedy waiting to happen
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