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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 ...
Love this photo, Tara. Such interesting light and mood. How are you feeling? Hope on the road to total wellness.
ReplyDeleteah, well, this photo reflects my state of being right now. dark shadows with splashes of hope (light). Still experiencing pain; still on meds; still waiting for a better day.
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