Avian FluNicole Steinberg
I make a list of the saddest things: experiments, solo in Tokyo, failed orgasms. I press the blunt plastic end of the razor down; I need more time. The first night we dined, I choked on the stingray and stumbled through Shinjuku with you, stung and stabbed through the throat with wing.
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