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Feb 2016
all at once

He degraded me, badgered me, and would never me kiss him good-night

Blood.
Water.
Oil.

One of us has to rise to the top.
Unless your only fantasy is in the forest.

That forest is now a development for condos.
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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     Brent Fisher
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