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| This is not a good time for me, I told her as the sun cut into my eyes. I feel with my cock, I think with my gut, I sleep with my heart. Still, I roll the pain around in my mouth and savor the loss of numbness. Must turn out the lights in order to see the darkness; otherwise, only the shadows on the wall are real. If I believed in you I could touch you, but your dark waters drain clockwise, and I skate the rim against time. |
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