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| "Isolation" by Tara Crowley |
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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...

I think we all feel a bit like that, but I did clean my windows the other day to let a little more sunshine in!
ReplyDeleteI love this image, Tara. Beautiful and evocative.
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