Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night...(c)


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LAURA PAUL
Ian Philpot

She flutter blinked in foreign languages declaring

her false sense of self-purpose. There is no plan, only

train schedules and promiscuously stamped passports.

A nauseous crush left her in the airplane bathroom

long before the bomb threat prayed. Lola loves

alliteration and the Uzbek language. Her unfinished

love in Kitob. ( Read more... )