| Juice Online Poetry & Art
Publishing since 1970 | ![]() 2008 |
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We Fade in, This Whole Day They enter through the front lights slowly, yes, almost out of troubles, “Cast it?” “...How about it?” They weren’t gonna grout and think the viable moon, who is the front door in heaven; nobody likes fighting. “Whatever.” “Then whatever.” She puts the sides of her breasts in dill, seeming deep of breath: “Oh good...” He walks to the slings screaming at the clipboard from white, upturned, wondering eyes. She bestrides the register, being one moment, returned to die craving this breeder of the rags. Ray Succre |