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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.

daggatolar 24-Sep-04/5:24 AM
if nuts gets opened, the screw-driving is well done.
only that, after the "dance" .... whose's flesh wears the "plasters" and who pays the bill for the pains.




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