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Were All Good Men Cowards? My Fulbright adventures and experiences in Warsaw
My Fulbright adventures and experiences in Warsaw by Kevin
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The night is a key-hole. The door is locked;. Me to his room,. Legs dripping off the roof. Riddle of her field bound. Body beneath a tank top. All I taste is myself. And flax from grilled corn. We nibbled together at lunch. Until we lost our lips in steam.