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Poison Ivy
Her vision was like a mirage in a hot desert land, distortedly beautiful and mighty to behold. Once glance could bring all great men down to their knees, beware of the Poison Ivy. Her bosoms and curves were finely chiseled,… Continue reading
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Saudade
Numb. She wet her face with the frosty water and stared at her cold reflection in the mirror. Happiness, she can’t remember what that tasted like. Her rosy lips grew purple and her mouth was crisp as cotton. Left to… Continue reading



