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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...
This is beautiful, Tara.
ReplyDeletea church on the island of Regla, Cuba, just off the coast from Havana.
DeleteYes. Beautiful. I wonder who that angel is. An archangel? Carrying a heart? A bird? Bread? In which church?
ReplyDeleteWhile still curious and googling "angels" and "Regla," I found this included in
ReplyDeletethe images of angels:
http://www.artandarchitecture-sf.com/john-lennon-in-cuba.html