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There are unpredictable times of day
in every life, every absence when we become the most intimate strangers. In least likely settings we are forced together surprised by each other and find ourselves peeping toms on the edges of souls without allowances of familiarity without maps of spiritual curves and carnal irregularities. We are left to ponder pieces of passers by weighing our minds and hearts like tiny anvils. |
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Nice write!
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Sometimes I feel like a voyeur on here!!
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That was a revealing write.
![]() and 'carnal irregularities' has a certain run to it. ![]() Oh,... me bad. ![]() |
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That was really good V.
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very nice write!
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very nice
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