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By Stephen Date: 2001 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.22.01.24.29473]] |
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alien, caress this old heart that floats aimlessly among your fingertips serve pain on a silver platter in hope that something you love drops down on you like black burning coffee on your lap during arousal 2 cubes sugar please sweetness added to the frustration never could be angered with you though beyond the angel face, perfect grace you seem normal... almost humanoid not so alien anymore |