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North winds: the old weathercock on the barn spins, your window rattles. Rain soon. I read to you until you grow drowsy. The warm night lulls you to sleep. Tales of lust and greed are your favorite. Even from here I smell your wet spot spreading while your breath deepens. Dreams of night queens and […]
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