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Plymouth, CA by Tara Crowley |
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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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So here we go, 2025. Many did not come along with us. We persist for now. I admit to a certain amount of melancholy this season. I spent Ch...
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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 ...
Such a great photo, Tara!
ReplyDeleteYes. That's how I remember December in California. Winter walks. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteIs there any symbolism in the chain? ;-)
ReplyDeletelet's hear your interpretation, John....
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