R.M. Dolin, January 21, 2024 Everything’s terminal,fleeting at an accelerated rate of evaporation.The best we can do is make it through unscathedbut in reality, we’re all damaged goodsdoing our best to not wiltand dither in high desert heat.My kisses once stole your breath,leaving you gasping …
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