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Post Number: 4198 Registered: 11-1998
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Honorable Mention Stable Graeme Mullen After the kiss, your mouth went hard- like a colt’s jaw clamped around the bit Just your breath lingered there- warm air in it, and lung and the iron taste of blood slicked to the bones of my teeth so. sinking in the hay I wondered what kind of meat you were made of, and if you’d calm the urge to bolt with my weight upon your back
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