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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 ...
I'm drawn to this photo. It's like a dream.
ReplyDeleteThank you -- I have a similar response. Didn't know it when I made it. I love that.
DeleteMakes me think of Hitchcock. (The clouds. The telephone wires. The empty couch.)
ReplyDeleteAh yes...I can see that....or Stephen King's Children of the corn
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