Ambience ... Baby, I—got to have all your lovin' Empty nights Echo your name Sometimes—when you see me You know Things—Things—Things—Things—Things——
From above: "Out—change—now." My greased anus contractssss to a singularity as Laura slips out her finger.
The door opens, closes.
Silence; two laughters rise, link, reverberate far away in the shower.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/23/2004 04:28:00 PM
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