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The Writer Enter my hole, my spot for love. Feel its depth, weak and rough. Fingers walking down my nose. A fantasy of true love, through the door it goes. Hand in hand, spinning around and around. Reality hits! Alone on the ground. Through the trees and grass and wind I'll float! Happily ever after someone w r o t e! |
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