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Instead of Cataloging I was Daydreaming About What We Did Two Weeks Ago

Looking over to the library storage closet door, As the Viagra clock ticks, I imagine how it was; I am on the floor, You kicking me hard across the slick tiles. (Robert is so floor-proud, like a pervie housewife, Never … Continue reading

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