We made love. With our hands. Then we sold it to cars stopped at the red light.
Sleepwalking is resterciseMiu let age naturally rise to the surface, accepted it for what it was, and made her peace with it.
Sputnik SweetheartBut centuries of time have not made me insensitive
Thirst No. 1: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red DiceWe had made the error of staying small – and there is no more unforgivable crime in America.
The Prince of TidesWeeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made out of their trunks.
This Book is Not FOR SALEAnyone else find it funny that Bernie Madoff's last name is a homophone of 'made-off'?
Write like no one is readingShe made the ground a canvas and transformed the dusty barren land into a beautiful painting ever
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