TheRainMan
black & tan
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unpredictablebijou said:. . .
it's only poetry.
. . .
that necklace(s) is poetry.
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unpredictablebijou said:. . .
it's only poetry.
. . .
ghost_girl said:well, she's not in a tree, so it cannot be me
Necklace?TheRainMan said:that necklace(s) is poetry.
Sara Crewe said:Don't you mean knecklase?
sophieloves said:always too many other pies to finger
What's with this post in that thread? The dancing nanas in the sig line annoys me.doctorzlo said:
neonurotic said:What's with this post in that thread? The dancing nanas in the sig line annoys me.
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To dance with the nanas means you're at odds with your skin. The doctor will slip on out when he's overripened.neonurotic said:What's with this post in that thread? The dancing nanas in the sig line annoys me.
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champagne1982 said:To dance with the nanas means you're at odds with your skin. The doctor will slip on out when he's overripened.
With ice as gripping as prehensile digits on hands that find a thawing placeneonurotic said:I'd take a picture of what today looks like this morning, but all there would be to see was a wet woolen blanket. I'm cold. Someone needs to lift it and let the sun cuddle in.
Adore you. You made a poem out of my whine.champagne1982 said:With ice as gripping as prehensile digits on hands that find a thawing place
against your skin, between your thighs; my fingers glissade in
beneath flinching limbs and there pinched in folded
joints to warm until together, thawed and soft we're molded
like tango dancers captured on a canvas and my toes
become edible; to be held between teeth, the classic rose.