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Blue eyes turn to glass
Her heart pumps, her veins empty
His lips touch hers - cold
About the Creator
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"It's 10 in Tuscon! We all know what that means... It's Time for Midnight Snacks with your man, Gerald Gee! Ready to spend the night together? Me too! I'm full of snacks and can't wait to regurgitate them all back into your hungry ears. Crack a brew! Pop some corn! Anything to get ready for one hell of a show where the talk maybe cheap but the words cut deep...
By Lamar Wigginsabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
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