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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...
Love these photos, Tara. Did you transport yourself back to the 50s? Fantastic!
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DeleteThese black and whites are splendid! You've got some good momentum.
ReplyDeleteThank you, am, my photo class is really inspiring me.
DeleteNo words needed -- these are fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThank you, E., and thanks for stopping by!
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