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1:33 A.M.

1:33 A.M. by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY I'm awake Thinking about the shape of the feel of building the need of your tempting lips. Would they be hummingbirds hovering the languid temptation of a...

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Sycophant

Sycophant by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY We are all broken bits left over from some end, doorways leading to empty rooms. We run while we wait for something to move, everyday a barter of quench and...