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the Boojum’s embrace

it all started with time, when it paused and let us seep into the other, leave an imprint, an autographed night-grunt; heave and gasp, moan and musk- y odour of lustĀ and limbs, greasy andĀ guiltless .   why do i now … Continue reading

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