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Read MoreFound her on the slab, still singing—voice box humming through formaldehyde,her tongue, a pink oyster of restless fellatiotapping code the way ii tasted,sweet caviar as the scalpel crossed—"Cut me loose," sweet scent homicide.
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Read MoreFrom the bark of a sequestered oak,my tome-shanty, my wares,I never laid claimed to be a synonymor any other glamor to fame,by writing perfect words.Just a bookshop keeper with a mellow heartand a bobbin for a mind, spinning prose,poetic...
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Read MoreThe night was a velvet cloak, heavy and dark, punctuated only by the sliver of a moon that dared to peek through the clouds. Inside the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation, a palpable hum that vibrated between...
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Wow. So beautifully executed and descriptive just enough that I can see it playing out before my eyes. Great write!
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Read MoreTaste the rain, a first drop whispercool fire from the corner of my mouth like cognac, a hundred-thousand kisses on tap tasting my skin, after midnight
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An exellent write! Smells like Sweet Scent Homicide.