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Screws (Other) by helenwales

Dark and unending, Pressing into me your ice cold, Deeper than my own want, Deeper than logic, Opened now the skies above me dance and shiver, Lath and plaster against the tide.

Fraser Allonby Q.C. 24-Sep-04/2:31 AM
Absholutely shplendid. But who is pressing their ice-cold what into your what?





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