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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...
Soaring and beautiful. It reminds me of one of Michael Ondaatje's books that chronicled the lives of bridge builders at the turn of the twentieth century.
ReplyDeleteI was there again last night getting cool shots of all lit up!
DeleteCool image, Tara.
ReplyDeleteI love that crazy bridge.
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