| Light rail crossing by Tara Crowley |
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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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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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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...
I like all the lines in this photo, Tara. The serenity of sky and the criss-cross of human made stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks, R. Those elements appeal to me as well.
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