Her golden throated scent like pastry soaked in milk hovered, her wet reptile mouth gave kisses seen only in the mind, raised and heightened to altars of breezy hate. With a glowing white back-light, pastel images in soft focus moved, danced, in a contorted frenzy, part of a bitter hued blue smoking reverie.
-Theresa Griffin Kennedy
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