His name came up like a match on wooden me

flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud	The mad scientist ties you to the examination table and makes love to you with his chilly instruments.	his attempt to flatter me and his failure to do just that	Even as he watched the sea rise up like anger
It’s in his name and his clothes and his hands and his lips	Tom Traubert's Blues	Graduation party

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