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Piabs
I was standing in the club, watching the way he masterfully succeeded in veering the conversation from all out praise and flattery into just snogging...
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- 257 reads
Piabs
I was standing in the club, watching the way he masterfully succeeded in veering the conversation from all out praise and flattery into just snogging...
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- 314 reads
Woodern Heart
I was holding you in my arms, like in some Dean Martin film that my dad would make me watch on a Sunday afternoon. Only my breath didn't stink and my...
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- 240 reads
Woodern Heart
I was holding you in my arms, like in some Dean Martin film that my dad would make me watch on a Sunday afternoon. Only my breath didn't stink and my...
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- 222 reads
The morning after you were gone
I remember feeling like I wanted to write in blood or roll in the hay, I wanted to do something pure, and with feeling. I wanted to put my hand into...
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