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Con-Trast
Con-Trast
I Know Your Sham-Rock Clovers
And Frilly Lacey Flower Hearts
All Tumble Out Of
Sweet Delusional
Hall-Mark Dreams...
With Plastered Faces
&
Screams Of Pleasure.
Raise A Glass.
Auld Lang Syne.
***
My Own Body Heat
Curled Up Under
A Rag Or Something,
*Arms Enveloping*
Warm At Last.
-Gray Squirrel
06-04-2025
Copyright ©
Gray Squirrel
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