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March 15, 2005
a lie and a riddle
i feel sometimes like i'm floating
in the middle
of a great ocean
and
its made of
sticky rice
-
and I will kneel before you
and cup your womanhood in my hands
and then I will take you
like the teacher you are
Posted by requiem at March 15, 2005 02:14 AM
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