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Mar 2014
I reached to turn on the lamp
and found you instead.
How surprising that you came!
I thought that you had a conference.
The back of his hand brushed my cheek.
Taken aback by the chill, I noticed his
hazy silhouette when he got into bed.
He started kissing me all over when I screamed,
"WHO ARE YOU?!?"
He answered...

*"Your boss."
I felt like doing a creepy poem.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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