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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...
Oh, there is so much in this photograph. Lots of stories waiting to be told.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting photo, Tara. Urban scenes always have so much going on.
ReplyDeleteyeah, kind of weird that a major light rail station puts people out onto an alley filled with trash bins and garbage strewn about.
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