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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...
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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 ...
Very Gothic.
ReplyDeleteaint it just?
DeleteI love this so much! Very interesting and beautiful.
ReplyDeletethanks, Robin. Taken in my first few weeks of moving to Sacramento. Roaming the streets looking for interesting things to photograph.
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