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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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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...
I'm drawn to this photo. It's like a dream.
ReplyDeleteThank you -- I have a similar response. Didn't know it when I made it. I love that.
DeleteMakes me think of Hitchcock. (The clouds. The telephone wires. The empty couch.)
ReplyDeleteAh yes...I can see that....or Stephen King's Children of the corn
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