All Posts By Sandy Coomer

Once

This game, and I should say a name is what I want a fact to hold against the things we do – nineteen minutes on the train between...

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To the Human Barbie, From Barbie

I saw you on the internet, your waist a narrow funnel from your chest, your hips flared out to fit the width of bones required to walk, to...

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To Kiss a Married Man

it would be because he was a player a rake, and we both knew we were shooting hell blinded by the way night rolls he would take his jacket...

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