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Dec 2012
it sounds
and i am compelled to listen.

this is beautiful,
now that i've heard it

there is no turning back,
to the point of no return.

experience piles up,

the hold never dissipates.

at times it emmersis me and i remain motionless.

it sounds, squeezing ***
on its bonds with male
and female on fresh waves..

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i love sound
Irving MacPherson
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