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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 ...
Lovely colors and great photograph of the determined bodies. Are they playing music with the chairs?
ReplyDeleteyes, they are using the chairs for percussion, and they will stand up, flip the chairs over, twirl them in the air, etc. etc. Amazing!
DeleteWow! Love this photograph. Music and dance and splendid color!
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