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Jan 2014
It occurred to me,
suddenly (as I
watched his face
in sleeping sunlight)
that he was a thing
of soft flesh and
warm blood
and not of  
cold deductions
and brutalities
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
(F/UK)   
516
   Jonny Angel and ---
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