She takes one long drag of the cigarette then wears the smoke over her face like a veil. THERE IS NO EVIL, claims her neck tattoo ablaze & glazed with neon sweat. She won’t stay out long; already in her eyes there is unrest, a hunger & a yearning for the pull & heat of […]
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