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I am not usually frugal but I hand you guilty slips of the fingers Niggardly. It is wartime and I am rationing touch. I chew the pen you gave me; do I Taste you? Do you see my tongue and wish I would lay it hot to your flesh, burning Excuses in stealth-sweetened luxury?
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
Untitled (2009)
I am not usually frugal but I hand you guilty slips of the fingers Niggardly. It is wartime and I am rationing touch. I chew the pen you gave me; do I Taste you? Do you see my tongue and wish I would lay it hot to your flesh, burning Excuses in stealth-sweetened luxury?
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
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