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Thursday Morning

Thursday morning breaks yawns across the landscape but its grey…. greyness hangs like a veil before the eyes, drapes the young day fragile…. as delicate as a butterfly before its maiden flight   Thatcher Doran   Advertisements

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A Debt to Pleasure Too….

bodies ache spit and sweat and carnal juices flow…. when lust has fled a debt is due…. hangs over head for pleasure will always did…. seek recompense often though by some unforeseen event collect…. in a manner least assumed….   … Continue reading

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