Remember, my soul, the thing we saw That soft summer morning: At the turn in the path, upon a bed of scattered stones, A carcass lying raw. Like a woman in lust with its legs in the air Burning and … Read More
by Rebecca Foresman on April 28, 2010March 17, 2013
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Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with an M?
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