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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...
Wonderful photos!
ReplyDeleteThanks, R. It was a breath of fresh air to be around these kids.
ReplyDeleteOh my god.... is this where you are now? I'll have to change all my bloody settings, although I must say, it does look rather nice.
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