Pure Slush

flash ... without the wank


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by Neila Mezynski


Side by side the night air star so bright over their head, up up above saghuaro tall look down upon their beleaguered face. White Blossom. Hat on head. Only the go not know where they end. Want to see anything except tv all day all night but that. Air touch smell. No train plane ship for more.


published 10 May 2014