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Gesture

A blinking eye echoes its stormy tear, Through the landscape of your mind. Falling in the shadowed shades of discontent; puddles if it is left behind. Growing in a chaotic crescendo clashing, Unavoidably... splashing. Until...it is all but swept away…

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Touched

Two souls touch and are magically sparked, On a journey together they embark. Brief shadows cast in the night, On the surreal landscape of a full moons light. The wind faintly whispers of voices long gone, And the sweet refrain…

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I miss your cunt

I miss your cunt.. I miss its heat, its taste, its soft smell, its delicate folds and beautiful structure, its slippery welcome, its ever perfect fit, its clenching release.. I miss your cunt.. :(
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