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Oct 2012
Clean shaven, fingers spread like a ***** in heat. In a trance the beat never ceases, never lets on its tune, humming... Sparks flick out of a ragged Bic, cigarette fumes litter our air without contest. Hair, skin, nails, your face is on & no body is watching. Rushing, rushing, rushing..
Meggie D
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