Innumerable AlaikumsAnne Boyer
Johnny watched me on the pillows after flatbread and beer. I had never come so pure. Walls, also, turned themselves on with stories. Carpets were horny. Boys throbbed from the windows. Cocks were killer little animals. Then Johnny left Istanbul. Then the quiet left love bites on my neck. ~ Too wan in the first place – one can be over ( ) sufficiently. Lethe, effaced. I swear to you I loved nothing, then. I had no idea how free.
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