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*The night is young, dark, lascivious and willing expectations and I sit hand in hand with her keeping the tempting sleep at bay, for long. Your part of the bed is still warm, I imagine,                          anyway I kept your dinner packed in the fridge, warm it up and eat if you are too late. I won't be able to take any call from infinity if I am being fornicated by my concubine an old dream of passion that keeps on soliciting, but don't know when would it knock on my door.*
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
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*The night is young, dark, lascivious and willing expectations and I sit hand in hand with her keeping the tempting sleep at bay, for long. Your part of the bed is still warm, I imagine,                          anyway I kept your dinner packed in the fridge, warm it up and eat if you are too late. I won't be able to take any call from infinity if I am being fornicated by my concubine an old dream of passion that keeps on soliciting, but don't know when would it knock on my door.*
I dream a pendulum swinging between effulgence and darkness
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k-balachandran
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
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