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Garden I could strip her of more than her clothes till she feels the shame in her backbone all the way down to her torso. But it wouldnt be the same, you know pleasure as pain and viceversa. My fragile heart and yours weep together, climbing on each others sympathies, while we use the pathic passive for footing. She makes sensiable reasoning sound secure. you are perfect imperfect. I wish i found that out, in, time. the last grain has fallen. I was never meant to reach perfection, but love like my savior. you where perfect, unstable and emotional.
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Your art is growing into something incredible. Iphones are odd, the tiny keyboard, but u do wha ya gotta do. Nice writing. "...the last grain has fallen..." I love hourglass full of sand images. - allets