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Fingerprint brushes stroking the canvas, paper-thin depth of their ridges. Tracing mountains and valleys, hilltops and canyons; Outlining the scene to come. Applying pressure. Fingertips digging in. A trowel in a garden, plunged into earth. Tectonic plates shifting. Tactile quakes. Shaking foundations. Tsunami waves. Planets in motion. Lunar eclipse. A portrait of pleasure. A kiss on the lips.
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
Crash Over Me
Fingerprint brushes stroking the canvas, paper-thin depth of their ridges. Tracing mountains and valleys, hilltops and canyons; Outlining the scene to come. Applying pressure. Fingertips digging in. A trowel in a garden, plunged into earth. Tectonic plates shifting. Tactile quakes. Shaking foundations. Tsunami waves. Planets in motion. Lunar eclipse. A portrait of pleasure. A kiss on the lips.
I should be asleep
JDK
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37/M/American
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
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