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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2015-08-16 | | Adam, your eyes are darker today sky before thunder your smile hidden in clouds of thought is it my lips? /or perhaps my thighs?/ or my breasts is it the way I play with the other animals when you lie on the blades of grass suffering between a rock and my curious nature [blink, blink] Adam, dreams and dreamers can only meet under the same tree every day, this is the only thing we own the only thing we know. Adam?....Adam!! [pout] 'DON'T TOUCH THE DISPLAY' my foot! [crunch]
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