Ana Papaya
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sweat, scotch and cigarettesA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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if a wild animal growled at me todayA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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the tender bud of a heartA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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when our warm bodies drown in the flood of needA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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the seeds you toss to hungry mouthsA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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would you care to share this feverA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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like a bullfrog with a whipA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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painted buntingsA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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furA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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with the crackle of vinyl bluesA Chapter by Ana Papaya. |
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