Issue 15, Winter 2009: First love. She is a favourite drug, mother of all kicks, unleashing her whip in measured cycles, striking you down just to lift you back up. Shown her limits, given enough time, she may slowly grow true.
sighs and nearly drowns in the heady steam of young D.
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adds lipstick to a mouth full of blood
sets ineffable parameters to our infinite dreams
seizes on seawater to soothe pounding post-surgical seams
misses out on the sister and the cars