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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...
That's what my thought was, too. Cool!
ReplyDeleteit was the app that was going around on Facebook. You can't download the finished product, so I just did a screen capture.
ReplyDeleteI really like this one.
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