Matchbook Cuckoo by Chris Lawrence

from the restaurant to the motel room, the kisses, the murmurs naked on sagged mattress struggle and convene inhale, exhale, is their meaning or is this oblivion, in aftermaths glow sipping tan water from a mug, rubbing teethmarks on her shoulder, his sleep prevailing with the air conditioning, she knew in a tangent of a [...]

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