CYNTHIA
My conscience rings
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love; humour
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Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Mistress sleeps like an ivory toothpick!!
The mattress tickles
brown; and smells
sighs-
a rose
relinquishes
its famous scent for you; no
NO-
the whole night long
i lose you to dogs;
duty's whistle
sound like jazz;
poor me!
moaning-
lies gap...
why has my shyness returned--!
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