It’s the year of the cock and I woke up
early to sit next to the pussy willow drinking a
cocktail
under the warm afternoon sun
stroking my pussycat as she lays their tired
and lazy like a
cockatoo
By Michelle Rydberg
The punished character's expression has now become keen and treacherous. He turns to face the newcomer. The books he has been holding turn into revolvers.
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