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Often, I dream of hands clasped tight. A sure sign of a lack of faith, according to the preacher. “Indication of a closed mind,” said plainly by the teacher. My mother says, it means I carry too much regret. The psychologist states, “Classic regression.” My lover says, he has to open me. I think I need my hands held, and not just my **** stroked.
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
My Dreamscapes Are Grey
Often, I dream of hands clasped tight. A sure sign of a lack of faith, according to the preacher. “Indication of a closed mind,” said plainly by the teacher. My mother says, it means I carry too much regret. The psychologist states, “Classic regression.” My lover says, he has to open me. I think I need my hands held, and not just my **** stroked.
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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