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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...
RIP little Bonsai. It never gets easier. We are going through this with Bodhi at the moment.
ReplyDeleteoh, so sorry to hear about Bodhi. It's so hard.
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