journal poem
5.22.96 framed by the shirt she cannot kiss back his bad groping taste between them like a bloom of ocean algae with snarling lips his cheeks roar up and down red nails...
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Read MoreMy friend and saviour Stacey has a new blogh, about homesteading with her friend Scott in in remote regions of the north. It is called Cooter Hollow. I am envious of...
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