Prose: Seroquel Pornstar by Ariel Riveros

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It's a drunkard study of who gets to live and who gets to lap. I'm not going to be more solid just because I could be held. My door is not vigilated. At last I let the outside side by me. Here I am in swarm. I am the one beauty for the moment. Some inspirers say that's push practice grade.

Guessing the prior illnesses of a seroquel pornstar because I don't electric the fire and I stay, I stay in shame. But in the derivations of cybernetic welling up of the eyes and familiarity with fluorescence I ambit a cheek of energy. This exhaustion has taken me places, and I'm gifted with individualism. I want this out but that's the bare skin of it.


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