After sex, a lady asks
how many butterflies one of our heartbeats
could power. I turn to her not even knowing
the width of the border between a man and a woman...
[Albert Goldbarth - "Tarpan and Aurochs"]
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...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...
After sex, a lady asks
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