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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 ...
Oh, there is so much in this photograph. Lots of stories waiting to be told.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting photo, Tara. Urban scenes always have so much going on.
ReplyDeleteyeah, kind of weird that a major light rail station puts people out onto an alley filled with trash bins and garbage strewn about.
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